Strangers in the Cafe

Coldness of doubt cuts the edge of the sill,
Stages are rocking, we drop and we spill.
Glass is reflecting an alien face,
Time in our pockets has emptied its space.
Shadows are drawing a map on the skin,
Waiting for cosmic escapes to begin.


Silence falls. And a hovering hand.
We are phantoms astray in the sand.

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Strangers in the cafe,
Sorrow on glass in display.
Ghosts in a circle of smoke,
Hiding the fear in the joke.
Cosmos is silent and deep,
We are forbidden to sleep.


Spider of black on the clock runs the ball,
Hands weaving patterns to signal the fall.
Someone is dictating roles from afar,
Fading away in the wine at the bar.
Bartender pours out the poison so black,
Eyes do not dare to be wandering back.


Flashes. Thrill. Artificial cold light.
No one is finding salvation tonight.

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Strangers in the cafe,
Sorrow on glass in display.
Ghosts in a circle of smoke,
Hiding the fear in the joke.
Cosmos is silent and deep,
We are forbidden to sleep.


Lightning is cutting the space all around,
You are my ultimate, broken and found.
Let's break the script and escape from the scene,
Past the dark curtains, to colors unseen.


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Strangers in the cafe,
Sorrow on glass in display.
Ghosts in a circle of smoke,
Hiding the fear in the joke.
Cosmos is silent and deep,
We are forbidden to sleep.