Lost Mails

Waking up and think of nothing
there's a lot to loose all day
thank like a robot, agree with the ruling program
I acknowledge the frailty, my usual automatic

The best creation of his domain
all the air which inhabits me
and runs away smells like nausea
they're the flowers along the path dissolving prison's pieces

A hurricane seeks options
and brings me sleep in snow shape

Only regret the gray
above my broken escape

Poetries around the atmosphere
that's Dali twisting the clock hands
lost mails return from Spain
modelling the dream

In my insanity I kissed some toads
shut the critics with the fairy tales
Clarice coughed and I saw the sea
the abstract suicide

I make the clock bomb crazy
and the foolish is the hero custom
all that's hidden has got a sad end

The eagle flies above the ruins
and the sand makes it thirsty

There's only mud
in the oasis
of freedom



Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Mirdad
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