Doctor, if my body’s here then my heart is roaming around eternity. it’s on the way to death, to bliss but at this very moment it’s being hurt by severe betrayal.
When the thought of life is asleep when everything in my body turns silent my heart gets out and goes on a tour of gloomy nights.
And then I've had nothing for lots of years. Everything's given away. So I want my poor body to have at least a light memory of my heart.
I'm staring into darkness through closed lids and although they have locked up my sight. My memory is pulsating with a star shine on the horizon.
And then I've had nothing for lots of years. Everything's given away. So I want my poor body to have at least a light memory of my heart.
It’s a life, not death Which is cause me what you called that strange feeling.