Deviated Presence Rest
...and sleep half the day
when the drugs have gone away
wake up and lazily fill the rest of the day
just to recognize the pain
and again end up with narcotics in veins
that's the way it goes, decay of former hopes
- decay of life
the sands of time will make me disappear
thrown up memories make their way through the clouds of
my consciousness
the empty spot at the wall in front of me
makes changes vanish in the sand
and after all makes nothing come undone
run, everyday
reaching goals along the way,
that others yearn for
there is no real movement but they don't see while
going on
until energy is drained, hasty life is taken towards
end
enjoy peace after breakdown, while the traces of pain
and scraps of
memories weaken, die away.
another circle has closed, nightmares of emotional
impression fade in
fragile stability.
another day of running away, one of these beginnings
with the end
already known.
another scar, a mark on the way left behind.
another dawn, the sun warming only the surface.
the empty spot at the wall in front of me
makes changes vanish in the sand
and after all makes nothing come undone
back in the silence of isolation
the effort's worth a question rather than conviction
all reasons crumble, in a raging commotion passions
turn to dust
as i recognize i am still myself. just myself.
