A Smoke Filled Room

In a smoke filled room.

With your lover watching me.

There are three doors and no keys.

It’s rising, it’s choking me.

 

In a smoke filled room.

Killing me slowly.

Softly. Bitterly. Deathless death.

 

There’s a man with no face.

Just a blurred out portrait

In a photo frame.

I’m losing again; I’m losing my friend.

He’s face down on the cold, harsh, pavement.

 

 

Then a woman, she screams.

It’s a terrible night.

As the moon changes to dark from light.

Tell the doctor what’s become of me.

So you can scrutinize, evaluate my dreams.

     Of a smoke filled room.

Dark. Stinging. Abhorrent.

 

Then we kiss and his lips turn into sand.

The whole of him cascades through my hands.

Making a castle on the floor.

Then I’m alone again.

No keys and three doors.

And a smoke filled room.

 

Now we’re both in the room

And we’re inhaling the haze.

No doors this time, just a gap in the roof.

Life floods in, heaven, we’re blind.

And slowly suffocating, we’re dying.

     In a smoke filled room.

We’re dying.

Slowly, painless, decaying.

A silence, sleepless, bereavement.

 

 

 

 

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.03.2015

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