Imagination - Nostalgie

Melancholy of a forgotten past

Like an old dusty book closed

Whose pages are torn

Like my arms mutilated by blade

Rotting on a shelf

With the musty smell

Whose words are senseless

Meaningless

Turn the pages and cut your fingers

Share the suffering of the author… me

The empty room is echoing some steps

A silent march of lost sould… me

Between isolated walls, trapped

With the desire of runaway

To flee in imagination

Towards a world where I reign

Solitary on my throne

Without anybody around

Black crows obscuring the light

I need this power to break my pain

My land is forbidden for living

A world where you’re not into

I’m dead inside

Broken… Alone