Modern Age Slavery Purple
To me you had sent indeed the wind.
Thanks.
As I stepped out from that door it has arrived directly
in my face.
But just one question:
am I a better man?
But just one question:
is this a better world?
Smoke through eyes that did not sleep. Of cigarettes
lighten up in the morning soon.
Of silence. Interrupted and broken.
Usual fear to collapse in front of chewed hurting
words.
That forever I'll keep within and into those lowered
eyelids.
But just one question: am I a better man?
Of the losses the most definitive and atrocious and
unjust one.
Soaked into those swollen eyes. It rains tears that
slide in every breath, crushing into the purple.
I let myself being invaded.
Cause there's no shelter for those eyes that for how
much I can tighten
will not have the same light anymore.
But just one question:
am I a better man?
But just one question:
is this, above all, a better world?
Memories holding me back to that moment.
It feels hard as a sandstone.
Soaked into swollen eyes
Of broken dreams evaporating
It rains tears that slide in every breath, crushing
into the purple.
The longest second. In the fold of a morning. Another
man is waiting to die.
The longest minute. In the fold of a morning. Another
man is waiting to die.
The longest hour. In the fold of a morning. Another man
is waiting to die.
The night of the longest day ever. Another man is
waiting to die.
