you do not de and serve me
not my face and not my knee
you do not understand me
I am more than just a flea
you see my eyes and not my mind
you are still running and blind
you’re not my friend, a Feind
you’re rude, you’re damned, unkind
what’s in my head, a brain
and in your head’s a chain
I also love and Bane
and not just bats on batman lane
I am not insane
You don’t ever know
what it’s like
to feel all alone
on your own
You don’t ever see
how people have to be
crying in their rooms
lying on the stones
You don’t ever hear
sounds of silence,
sounds of fear
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You don’t ever look
through my eyes, a single tear
it’s cold outside and in my rooms
it’s cold in here and in my dreams
the winter is about to be
while sitting here and drinking tea
four little steps to… wipe away the boredom
the birds are gone or have you heard’em ?
they’re back south for joining holiday
should we join them or just stay ?
What can I write for January
maybe same as, well, for February ?
and then there will be March
sounding same as large
and what about the April
rhyming with a big hill
silly poem about May
nothing here to say
and in the middle of the June
can we light a little lune ?
or later in July
we will all get high
but first forget the August
not, of course, we’re all just
waiting for September
my name is not like Amber
and after the October
November won’t be over
but here there is a cut
for making myself shut
but we forgot the last one
December will not be gone
this is fucking stupid but maybe worth a mention
I need the lights on
all around me
when I want to sleep
I need my towers of pillows
to put my body on
my head and my knees
to dream
I need pills
drops and water
to calm down for silences
