It's Oh So Quiet

On the verge,

The edge of vomit,

Off a cliff.

And you wish those little pieces,

Will rise from the floor,

And calm your self.

And you jump

With that thread of light,

To the closed eyes beneath.

And calm

Down.

End come

Up.

When the erg,

The crave for honesty,

To sleep.

And you long for those waiting hours,

Wet and dipped in the wall,

End come, you are your self.

And you jump

With that thread of light,

To the closed eyes beneath.

And calm

Down.

End come

Up.

דמיונית,

 מקיאה, מבחילה, מכחילה ולא ישנה. אבל טסה. טסה לדמיון.

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