Wearing hat

Feeling somehow detached
Rolling into the madness sadness deafness
Rolling in the mud ness
Oh no something moves in the background
Friends faces delusions allusions illusions
Time holding this reality
Don’t know me any longer don’t know my face my death my sheath my bliss

And last night she decided to have two glasses of red wine and write a note
after that she called me and said :
I can finally sleep now cause I know when I wake I ll be awaken…


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