NAPATSORN TREESAP

I chased the day like it will be no more tomorrow 
I was left there in the grave digging with blood and sorrow 
          Mourning 
How the day passed me by

I asked the corpse, not a single word they said
And yet at least there’s no more gaslight 
I tangoed back in the moonlight and a dreadful cry 
I cut my hands sadly, I’m invisible sign

I heard the wind kisses the surfaces of the leaves
I heard the stupid woman threatening on the other sides
Oh my— she’s the rhyme I don’t wanna write
I locked her for ages— I’m sorry she’s alive 

Writing through the blood she’s cut deep
Writing through the skin she’s half alive
Writing through the age of the timeline 
Writing through teardrops in her own eyes
And the knife stabbed in her breast 

 

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