Ingenavn

No coincidence, no feeling of ascendancy
No heart inside a soul
There's no control
Stoned so effortlessly, shunned so ordinarily
Just to fall into the hole
Or is that the goal?

There's no morning, there's no conversation
No glimpse of interest or a little patience
Enough fate to keep the ships at sea
Enough doubt to take their liberty
The bed is empty and the sheets are torn
A piece of clothing on the floor that the last one had worn
Forgotten eyes and a smile behind a cigarette
Nameless memory that gets added to a full cassette
Full regret
Left unread
Everything unsaid

I am not afraid, though I am hated
Thrown away like wrapping paper
Deleted file, my mind outdated
Just need a while to find my savior
Hope is lost so hope is savored
A different cause my senses layered
Small thoughts of a cruel nature
Unstable system, inevitable failure



Credits
Writer(s): Ruben De Baets
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