[ Immersed, but free. Embraced, but alone. Serene, but ecstatic.
Harsh heartbeats.
I opened my eyes. I was in bed. Light was touching my face. That could have been the reason I dreamt being energy. It had been the craziest night of my life.
How could I return to such love? How could I be who I felt I was? Why on an every day basis I become a lost soul? I don’t want to alone, anymore. How can I stop it? How can I return home?]
You make skies yours,
you are love,
you are hate,
you are the last fate,
my lost soul,
drunken hope,
Drunken sorrow.
When the driven sorrow
connects with my drunken soul,
I remember you:
Taking steps
fantasying my sorrow,
forgiving my delusion,
fast jump into the void.
I begin the tragic memory,
you become my broken sky,
covered with sugar pain.
Sweet mortality
in my veins.
I drop the liquor,
I cry your end,
my tears can't reach you,
under heaven I remain,
fainting in love,
falling in yesterday,
I remember you.
Broken hope,
drunken sorrow...
Made true in you.
I remember you.
