[ нелепость ]

as i rest in this mortal slumber,

floor begins to crumble

i stumble,

i try to be humble…

green grass, trees and flowers

such wonders

i am back in an afterlife state,

and yet i’m still alive

to create,

to confiscate,

all the times i’ve stayed up late…

gruesome, bothersome,

but i saved some

for whatever will come.

i’ll go home

i’ll regain what once gone

which is my throne

my only one

beneath the setting sun

and i’ll have your smile beside me

where your eyes glow like fireflies

we’ll leave behind all of our lies…

hey,

we don’t live twice,

so no more disguises…

…and blue would be nice.

~ by d-i-t-y-a on August 14, 2008.