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2010-06-21 | |
You may think that I'm alive when you look at me,
But I'm not..., though my eyes are open
I can no longer see
The light at the end of the tunnel
You may think that I'm alive because I can smell flowers,
But I only sense the smell of death
Burned candles and incense
All around me and in my breath
You may think that I'm alive because I hear you calling,
But 'death' is the only word I understand,
The rest is in another language I don't know,
And I'm too tired or it's just too late for me to learn
You may think that I'm alive because I'm eating
But the taste of my tears in the dark
Is the only thing that makes me realize
You may think that I'm alive because my body is warm,
But have you touched my soul?
As cold as ice, as stiff as wood...
Or nothing but just a hole!
You may think that I'm alive because I'm breathing,
But with every breath I inhale pain
And to all these seconds passing by
I can't seem to find a meaning...
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