Thoughts Of Fish

If sometimes there is some quite whisper in the air behind your head.
If sad music fills the space between your eyes.

All those drugs on the table in front of you, screaming.

"...the sky gets heavy..."

The water made to calm you down, no hope, no way, doesn't work.

These broken and rotten parts of your existence crumbling down your body and spirit.

Living between suicide, alcohol, depression and homework.

Without time
Without friends
Without any sense
Without any direction to go to.

Thoughts about Christmas only anchor.
Or whatever holiday might be next.

Most important information always the one infront of our eyes.
12/2/8/8/33/7/31/7/180/59

Most important numbers to me now.

Yesterday, Tomorrow, Now.
Mixed to an confusing mishmash of what was important the moment before and what will never be important.


No reason.
No place.
No idea.

Mad world


Would it be different if we were zombies?


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"Nie wieder" - Casper & Prinz Pi made my day


 

TheLyricalOne