A Walk Down The Streets

“ A Walk Down The Street “

Open the door,
walk into the world outside…

It’s been so long since I've been away from your eyes,
I’m lost in the labryinth of my mind,
No more guiding lights, I’ve gone so blind…

Light up a cigarette, the cherry lights my way,
Temporary brightness until it ashes away…
Simple habits keep me sane,
I need something far away from plain,
But I’m so tired of playing these pointless games…

I walk down the roads,
It’s drizzling, at least to me…
I’m the only one who sees the drops of water,
as they fall directly in front of my eyes…
Somehow, crying always catches me by surprise…

I miss my arms around you,
I’m dependant on your presence,
I’m feening for your soul,
See what happens when I’m without you?
I start losing all c/ontr|o*l…

I feel my hands go numb…
No cold, no pins and needles…
My blood retreats into my brain…
I know slowly that I’m going insane…

I can feel me breaking down,
I can feel the world running me into the ground…
It’s scary, that I can’t do anything about it,
It’s worse,
That I don’t desire to change that.

I’ll let myself crumple,
Let myself fold inside,
Let go of everything…
My mind, my soul, dignity, and pride…

Passing a McDonalds now…
My cigarette burns my fingers,
I always do it,
Wait until something hurts me so bad I can’t take it,
Until I finally throw it away…

These streets compare to me so well,
A world within themselves,
Complex and simple,
They’re glistening, guiding me, making use of the drizzle...

How can I go on?
My headphones are blaring out the same songs,
Everything’s so pointless,
I don’t know why I exist!
Was I simply created,
To smoke vast amounts of cigaretts?
And be broken hearted, and alone, and unloved?

I await the answer, to all of life’s questions,
In the eyes of the one I love,
For every time I see them,
I forget about the world for long enough,
To realize that life is worth living,
And to keep pushing, keep strivings, substain the pain…

But without them…
Without the stars of her eyes to guide my way…
I’m so lost, wandering my winding path,
Through each and every day...

I’m back where I started now,
Staring at the door from which I emerged…
What did it get me? This walk through the roads?

I understand the labryinth, I understand my mind…
I’m down a pack of cigarettes, And it’s time for me to shine…

I go back to my room, back to the solitude I so well deserve,
Fall asleep on my bed, and dream simply and sharply,
Ockham’s Razor of my soul,
Guide me through my broken soul,
I just want to hold her one more time…
Just once more,

I want her eyes to light my way…
I want herself to guide my paths...
But I feel moreso each day...
Her soul from mine is drifting away...

/ Lucia /