Spasme

The Corner Of My Ceiling

Spasme


One more day has gone by 
Not knowing if Im going to have a better life 
Once again I've gone into another sleeping phase 
Not thinking I stare at the corner of my celling 

When the gazing stops 
I'm lost in a deep trance 
Where there at least 
I often get a indefinitate state of mind 
The darkness take the throbbing of my eyes 
Everlasting needles poking leisurly to my perishment 

Alone in my room 
Thinking of the past 
Where all my thoughts where simple 
Decisions without reflection 
Now my life being changed 
There's a part of me washed away 

More than once did I dream of something not complicated 
You and I leave each other without thoughts 

As long as my conscience is in tranquility 
She will try to take over my tortured soul 
The only means of escaping is in by intoxication 
By breathing in light perfumes 
They transport me to a new destiny