Snowfall morning - Christmas is outside the window
Black-and-white movie stills on the screen
Instead of breakfast, milliliters of strong tea
I'm flooding you, my gloomy sadness
I watch dozens of stories on movie screens
I stomp my boots along the snowy neighborhoods
I lock the key in my heart. But not enough,
There is very little of all this
You are my sudden, my convulsive breath
Burned my lungs, saturated my blood
I lost sight of you for a moment.
How do I breathe? I'm delusional. You are my delusion!
You are my melancholy, my pain, my delight
You're a noose around my neck in the morning
If you say, "Am I the only one, really?" "Yes, I
am," I'll smile and come up to you.
Did you really come?
I'll blink once. You're not here. I'll blink twice. Too
No, it's just a trick.
I'm dead... God...
Melancholy
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