[im not the kind that kills people
im the one that dies for sacrifice.]
The unbeckoned melancholia
kicks in again
the visions and dreams once possessed
are turned into ashes
the histories are being washed away
with the growing tears
its not like everything reminds me of you now that i cant have you
remembering you is a habit
a curse from the heavens
of mighty disgusting angels where you once bestowed.
happiness has been an urban legend
a mystical creature
a mysteries among the river.
im not a fuckin phoenix
that you burn
and i rise again from the ashes.
im washed away by the mere wind.
so i write you a love letter
from these walls im trapped in
from the day you shot me dead
its all over the walls painted in red
the unreckoned melancholia.
we are living in this time of sacrifice cause no, we arent living on a paradise its not like our rooms are filled with mice or we are surrounded by the city vice we are living in this time of sacrifice cause our lives are entangled and we are victimized may be a corporate mediocrity of finding a cure or a corporate ideocracy or a fuckin conspiracy or a chemical composition that went wrong however it is, we are to suffer not only you not only me we are living in this time of sacrifice in this modern time of fast trains and airplanes we are stuck in our ground only 5 miles apart we breathe but there is this entire universe between us we are living in this time of sacrifice as the chronic disease entangle our lives unresting the pulsating nerves there is nothing else to do besides acknowledge the sacrifice of the zeitgeist.