it´s all blury
it´s all pain
confusing sounds
too many images
too much to take,
am I in some kind of fictional jungle?
little chimming bells keep me walking
I dont know where to,
Im just walking straight ahead,
always straight ahead,
is there a place to arrive to?
the flowers behind me, at the side of the road,
were watered with my tears, with my own sweat,
the ones ahead are being drenched on my blood,
their thorns are merciless, no remorse since they´ll die soon.
ahead, always ahead and the sun is setting.
walking and walking, the rain is comming.
opened eyes, frozen smiles, life of losts.
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