Gloom
I have come into the end of my rope
Hovering carelessly above death
Without dignity and with tears a float
I will mercilessly take away the breath that fills my own flames
And fear nothing in the death of my breathless lungs
Nameless, I know of the good and evil things of life
But knowing how to express and possess love, I don't
My eyes are tired of this endless sage of alcohol-pickled brains
They are fermented in sorrow, lust and rage
Though I cannot know the parallels of my own fate with doom
I still believe I could rise above and love,
But on that I will not comment but rather remain in this state of constant gloom
For what brown hair and blue-eyed angel will I meet?
Will she be careless,
Or will she be meek?
On the pity-filled sorrow that laughter seeks
Will the days go by,
Or will I remain a freak?
Hovering carelessly above death
Without dignity and with tears a float
I will mercilessly take away the breath that fills my own flames
And fear nothing in the death of my breathless lungs
Nameless, I know of the good and evil things of life
But knowing how to express and possess love, I don't
My eyes are tired of this endless sage of alcohol-pickled brains
They are fermented in sorrow, lust and rage
Though I cannot know the parallels of my own fate with doom
I still believe I could rise above and love,
But on that I will not comment but rather remain in this state of constant gloom
For what brown hair and blue-eyed angel will I meet?
Will she be careless,
Or will she be meek?
On the pity-filled sorrow that laughter seeks
Will the days go by,
Or will I remain a freak?
