Tanskaja

Weariness under a disenchanted sky

days like this
I don't know what to do with myself
all along the hollow hours
which seem to be unable to move on

I'm looking at the broken sky above my head
and I see bits of myself
passing by to disappear at the end
who am I to judge a day like this?

won't somebody take away this feeling
I'm still looking at the open sky
it's like my roof has got no ceiling
I walk slowly through the landscape of my thoughts
slipping carefully in a rare world
and under my breath I say to myself
I need fuel to take flight

As I open my heart in one of these particular moments
when the stars above shine violently into my skin
the sky begins to lose its innoncence
the air takes my breath away
lost in time I inhale the restlessness of the wind
but it's calm under the waves
in the blue of my oblivion

is the ruthless heaven to blame for what I feel?
is it the strong desire for your divine lips which makes me real?
My endless hunger tears my sky into pieces
'cause I wanted you so unkind

fractions of sensual and depressing memories invade my soul
they are too fast to catch them
they fly by and are gone
travelling to a superiour level of conciousness
I'm walking wounded through my vast universe

I cry in the silence
I keep silence in the noise
Secretly.

my soul does still seek truth in the broken sky
it kisses me cold
as I turn my eyes to the ground
My blood aches from waiting.

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