Swamp Night
In this dark midnight
In this impure air, you turned around
At the height of the turmoil of confusing thoughts
In a damp and deadly room
Under the relentless barrage of painful thoughts
Repetition of my wanderings from myself
The execution squads of every minute, me for myself
Living in the grave of every moment, me beside myself
You are not there and... the barrage of your memory... is falling again
There is no escape from thinking about you
It is impossible to separate from yourself
It's like I'm sitting next to a swamp
I have washed my hands of everything
A boat sitting on the mud, which broke
I am stuck with "nothing".
The beginning...the end is blocked
It rains absurd seconds after each other
It smells like death every moment
I was always late
A late, early, early time
A pre-event
A line without a starting point
I'm so lost in myself
which is not found
Sometimes I even become you
I go, I get enough of myself
Disgusted.....disgusted.....I'm losing myself
Again.....again.....with your memory
I will start with myself
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