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Windows in a silent room, sunlight burns the walls to black |
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Angles and dimensions melt while colors drip and pillows crack |
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Reflections of my memories like pictures pasted on a sheet |
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The ribbon film of separate frames lying curled up at my feet |
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The film is just a snake design and the photographs are fading fast |
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These are not memories of mine I have no future and no past |
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I've seen a thousand afternoons dissolve into the night |
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Like sugar crystals on a spoon they disappear from sight |
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Gray days from the crispest morning |
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To the warmest afternoon in this room |
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And I like to draw the face I saw so long ago |
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My image in the mirror tells the jagged lines which way to go |
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The black and white description of the sole survivor of the holocaust |
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All the rest were lost |
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Do you see this paper face? It has no color or no mood |
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My eyes are ageless, as am I, I need no sleep, I need no food |
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I am a king, but like a child, the other children laugh at me |
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Tongues of fire, wagging wild they dance around me merrily |
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I'll kill them all and if I fail I'll kill whoever I can find |
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And then they'll beg me to be kind |
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My eyes have seen far more than eyes can ever tell |
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This planet plunged through mushroom fires of earthly hell |
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I know that my sweet Jesus said that he'd return |
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But Babylon has fallen and the cities burn |
