Until pebbles make rocks


If every colour vanished from the world

If everything I once knew drifted from my mind

Film has finished just looping at the end

See another version of myself standing

I can feel my body dragged by my shadow

My nerves are broken, but forced to follow


The feeling is just so real

But I still don’t understand me

The mirror gives me a look

Until pebbles make rocks


If every white noise became like music

If every gentle touch made me feel it

TV has become fuzz at the end of the night

My face became lit up by the light

In this moment, I need to feel bliss

Kill me with kindness, with a poisoned kiss



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