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Drama
Guest
Dahlia
This painting in the wall that he’s been staring at for a while
Reminds him of someone, but he can’t remember who or where
A painting in the wall catches the attention of whoever passes by.
It’s not a beautiful face that it portrays, for the eyes silently cry
And beg for a release from the perpetuating prison and dry
Surrounding that renders landscape and life less jolly and more blight.
The face’s expression never changes, trapped in eternal darkness.
How can a painted face change? It is a mask incapable of fakeness.
It is an ugly lie that smiles with a twisted mouth and hidden sadness.
It is a grimace that attracts bright eyes but bosoms whose inside are heartless.
Here stands the portrait of a girl born to follow the rules of life.
Her smile is not sincere, for she was obligated to keep a lie
Alive in order to stay safe and not be stabbed with a betraying knife
Here stands a face that once was alive and now is mine.
Burden
My pen
My pain
So plain
How can a pen weight a thousand pound?
Why can’t I take it, and start to respond?
To all your questions, to untie my bonds.
My book
My blood
A blow
Pages are heavy to turn. Blank sheets are accusing
Me of a thousand sins. Blasting and blaming
Me of what I had done and what I am doing.
My failure
My fakeness
My destruction
Walk
In an October’s cold night, I quietly under the rain stand
My destiny is to be found ahead, isn’t that what he said ?
Only darkness I can see, and only a slight hope left in me
Inside my head I can’t flee, a distant voice keeps saying to me :
Back, back, go back inside
Back, back, this is no place to hide
Back, back, your death’s in sight
Back, back, not over is your fight
Back, drag your soul to light
Back, back, go back to life
In an October’s cold border, I quietly shiver and look around
My destiny is to be found abroad, isn’t for a new life that I long ?
Only pain is present in this ground, and only peace is what I want
Inside my mind chaos takes control, I ignore it all and listen to a chord :
Walk, walk, don’t look behind
Walk, walk, you’re not that blind
Walk, walk, there is nowhere to hide
Walk, talk to your hope inside
Walk, sink no deeper in fright
Walk, walk, with all your might
This painting in the wall that he’s been staring at for a while
Reminds him of someone, but he can’t remember who or where
A painting in the wall catches the attention of whoever passes by.
It’s not a beautiful face that it portrays, for the eyes silently cry
And beg for a release from the perpetuating prison and dry
Surrounding that renders landscape and life less jolly and more blight.
The face’s expression never changes, trapped in eternal darkness.
How can a painted face change? It is a mask incapable of fakeness.
It is an ugly lie that smiles with a twisted mouth and hidden sadness.
It is a grimace that attracts bright eyes but bosoms whose inside are heartless.
Here stands the portrait of a girl born to follow the rules of life.
Her smile is not sincere, for she was obligated to keep a lie
Alive in order to stay safe and not be stabbed with a betraying knife
Here stands a face that once was alive and now is mine.
Burden
My pen
My pain
So plain
How can a pen weight a thousand pound?
Why can’t I take it, and start to respond?
To all your questions, to untie my bonds.
My book
My blood
A blow
Pages are heavy to turn. Blank sheets are accusing
Me of a thousand sins. Blasting and blaming
Me of what I had done and what I am doing.
My failure
My fakeness
My destruction
Walk
In an October’s cold night, I quietly under the rain stand
My destiny is to be found ahead, isn’t that what he said ?
Only darkness I can see, and only a slight hope left in me
Inside my head I can’t flee, a distant voice keeps saying to me :
Back, back, go back inside
Back, back, this is no place to hide
Back, back, your death’s in sight
Back, back, not over is your fight
Back, drag your soul to light
Back, back, go back to life
In an October’s cold border, I quietly shiver and look around
My destiny is to be found abroad, isn’t for a new life that I long ?
Only pain is present in this ground, and only peace is what I want
Inside my mind chaos takes control, I ignore it all and listen to a chord :
Walk, walk, don’t look behind
Walk, walk, you’re not that blind
Walk, walk, there is nowhere to hide
Walk, talk to your hope inside
Walk, sink no deeper in fright
Walk, walk, with all your might
