Behind the Glassy Wall
The latest rain is not just only rain -
it is so easy to remain alone...
If you believe in days without pain
your troubles will be gone.
I wish the night would always stay alive.
My home is not my home at all.
You see that they just play their life
behind the glassy wall
It seems to me I recognize myself:
a boy, who reads aloud a poem...
He keeps the clock's two hands together on the twelve
and blood flows from his palm.
But it's a game, it's just another pass
from the dark side of icy mirror's glass
but here's sunrise but we've not felt a loss -
today is yesterday it seemed to us.
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