The Way to Despair
I remember the time I looked at the sky
How beautiful it was in a shining way
Looking at grey skies that suffocated my lungs
Nothing would ever make me disappointed other than this junk
Every step I took I felt the pain but it never ever gave me a way
If only I could remove this junk I could find a way
I didn’t like how it all started with a light blue mask covering my face
If only I could find a way
Get me through this dark grey mist that covered the brown rim in my eyes
The skies weren’t beautiful anymore in any type of light
I want my previous time back where everything was beautiful
Like that mysterious day where I saw the gloom of the dark night
I used to see blue skies everyday but now it isn’t blue
Now I see the opposite way of this unordinary flu
The mix of colours that shot an arrow in my eye
Don’t drag me out of this gigantic lie
All I see is a sludge everywhere
Not a mix of colours but a mix of despair
This terrible change of weather that bought me pain
A permanent tattoo that would stay inside my brain
I had enough of dancing in this dark mist
I had been lost since the day the pretty skies didn’t exist
This world can’t get enough of this incredible amount of junk
Throw it inside a garbage can rather than on my way
This modern world I fear myself, where do I go?
I am falling in this dirty, dark fume of disgust but couldn’t show
All the bad times I am unable to find myself
I am falling and falling but can’t get up anymore
I am longing for change in this way of despair
Too tired to feel the voice that I have been reaching out to clear
Not even I can turn myself down
Can’t feel me because the skies have disappeared
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