I must talk with the Moon
Because everyone else turns away
Moon shows its face even to me
Black sun has covered the golden one behind it
My smile is plastic and my eyes are glass
System falls on me and keeps me on the surface
My blood turns cold and my soul congeals
I sing my eyes closed to the stars
I mourn in cold light clear drops on my cheeks
I get stuck on the edge of my bed
Can´t get on my feet
My heart hurts and my plasticsmile falls apart
"System falls on me"
ReplyDeleteEvery line in this hit me but this particularly... I like the imagery in this one.
it seems to me that this one suffers of my translation... I mean, more than they usually do. but, great you still like it ;)
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