moving out
looking to move out
looking for the moment
looking for the escape
the moves of the sane
how
how
can i change this
should i make them go ?
should i get them back ?
should i just sit and wait
or dye my hair black ?
red
like blood
raw like nature
sweet like sugar
falling through the holes
that make up that what i have become
they tell me i do not want this
they tell me i am not
they tell me there is a better place
but they fail to say it face to face
oh wait
maybe they do
maybe
if i was not moving out
i see
am blind to their pain
fall to pieces
melt in the rain
from hell and back again
hell
moving out
to you
moving
to heavens gate
wished for the heavens to fall
not for hell to rise
well guess what
your wish comes with a surprize
trapped
like a frog in boiling water
like a human on earth
free to move
but never free to be
you
i should move out
would i move to save you
put my love in all that
while you know
i can not
i can not
like you could not bare
to see the pain
again and again.
mahakala, man, 47 jaar
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