Argyria
Carving Colours
It’s bouncing in my head
It’s time to wake, time to wake up
Leaving my dreams behind
Today I’ll take a shower
The coffee scent lifts me up
My workplace awaits me
My suit (I’m used to wear it, I’m used to stay)
Is my disguise (the path I took, the sham I live)
Commuting on the bus
Day to day, same old faces
I promised myself to smile once again
A few more sketches done
Time for lunch and empty words
Demands I can’t refuse
Hours piling up
And when I’m done, the sun is gone
This dead end life wears me out
My disguise (away from colours, away from life)
Is all I am (afraid to differ, just going straight)
What’s my fuel? What’s my goal? What’s my value?
God! I don’t know, I’m so tired now!
Last bus gone
I must walk
Trying not
To think back
I chose this way
Too late to change
There were no choices
Take it and go ahead!
I still hear his cries, memories repressed
Buried years ago, I was grasping the spade
All those feelings fade
Within my inner child, oppressed
I was breaking hard myself!
A man can drown
In his own thoughts
Life is a leaden grey coloured stone
I should go back home
I’m losing my mind
I’m starting to feel cold
I’d rather be dead!