so the clouds dissolved in my lips this time

you play the violin as if you knew
that you're going to die soon
such an irony

i feel the need to feel but nothing more
it's as if all these softly-coloured lights
were just a distant song
soft, almost silent

the tiny pieces of glass
on my eyelids
shine like diamonds
sending sparkles that get lost in the black,
infinite sky
traveling endlessly
unnoticed

who knows what's up and down or good or bad
you're a monster who plays like an angel

you lost your mind
he almost does,
and i'm not far-

this would all make sense if i just
stopped thinking about it

what is it,
please talk to me
what is it that you found
tell me again
what is beauty
and good and bad

if there's a theatre
i'll sit by the candlelight
such a cold place
neither you nor anyone
would brighten the echoes
of my steps here
knock, knock
lonely shadows come out of every sound
knock, knock
such a heavy sound
so hollow
candles like stars
endlessly still

when i take a deep breath i feel like i'm taking in the void that is all around me
i'm hollower every time, if that is possible
emptier
but most of the time i just don't know how to breathe
how am i still alive?
i shouldn't be here, none of this is mine
they could take it all away in a second

if i die
could i be like you?