i don't 'think'
i am a 'thought'
i is somebody,not me,the me they see
thoughts born,live and die,
i watch and i listen
this grey matter of mine like to play tricks sometime...
these visions of her,
always ruling my mind
she is my Queen of spades,
that fabulous sea-mermaid
she's fine and she's here,
she's smiling and she's laughing
i sight,i hear,i see,i feel and breathe in them
shame on these electric pulses in ma mind,
also tell me she's not here.
i had nothing but 'heart' on me,
you took it all away...
who would save my soul now,
finding comfort in pain
I'm so cold from fear...
a symphony stirs in the depths,
waves of love were the starting,
cyclones of pain are the ending...
oh,the riots of emotions...
ahhh.. tears and rain
I have totally forgotten what salvation is like,
still drinking from my broken cup..
