Funeral
Funeral
Maybe we’re meant to be broken.
Not every sense can be fixed
Once the dead were unspoken
And every flashed colour mixed
Look through my eyes at the rainbow
It wasn’t given you by God
Bow low, take the blow
Dimmed colours, pale colours
Black and white had never felt so odd
They’re here, they’re there
They’re flooding like hours
Between you and somewhere
In their holy world of sincere flowers
They’re nothing but an empty commemoration
And yet the most wicked and sharpest temptation
Within the drabness of numb black
I want to have my feelings back
In silence I reshape your name
In solitude I worship every weakness’s twinge
And solemnly I treasure your picture in the broken frame
The frame of oak with sharp, miscarried jingle
It’s cracking under pressure of the world
The world I made of old burned plastic
And trash and empty paper, but it’s lasting
My earth of double-faced illusions
Of twisted games created by my mind
The fake redemption, its confusion
But I embrace and hold it tight
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you my shattered heaven!
The place where everything was right
It’s you and me and us, so smooth and even
And now, now it’s unbearable at night.
I’m searching, running round in circles
Like a blind fool runs after prodigy asleep
From something which devours me so will-less
To something that will make me weep
I have a soft spot for this drawing
The inane canvas and dark wood
Now your remembrance so cowing
Will haunt me for the sake of common good
So zombie like I walk past humans
Among the living crowd of God
A stranger who will always unman
And doubt decisions of our Lord
So take me with you, my creator
Allow to share the sweet dark sleep
And so I wait for the narrator
Announcing final path, so sleek
Until my mind is burned in fire
In agonizing light of red
I’ll never tide over the ire
The heavy ire of your death
Maybe we’re meant to be broken.
Not every sense can be fixed
Once the dead were unspoken
And every flashed colour mixed
Look through my eyes at the rainbow
It wasn’t given you by God
Bow low, take the blow
Dimmed colours, pale colours
Black and white had never felt so odd
They’re here, they’re there
They’re flooding like hours
Between you and somewhere
In their holy world of sincere flowers
They’re nothing but an empty commemoration
And yet the most wicked and sharpest temptation
Within the drabness of numb black
I want to have my feelings back
In silence I reshape your name
In solitude I worship every weakness’s twinge
And solemnly I treasure your picture in the broken frame
The frame of oak with sharp, miscarried jingle
It’s cracking under pressure of the world
The world I made of old burned plastic
And trash and empty paper, but it’s lasting
My earth of double-faced illusions
Of twisted games created by my mind
The fake redemption, its confusion
But I embrace and hold it tight
It’s you, it’s you, it’s you my shattered heaven!
The place where everything was right
It’s you and me and us, so smooth and even
And now, now it’s unbearable at night.
I’m searching, running round in circles
Like a blind fool runs after prodigy asleep
From something which devours me so will-less
To something that will make me weep
I have a soft spot for this drawing
The inane canvas and dark wood
Now your remembrance so cowing
Will haunt me for the sake of common good
So zombie like I walk past humans
Among the living crowd of God
A stranger who will always unman
And doubt decisions of our Lord
So take me with you, my creator
Allow to share the sweet dark sleep
And so I wait for the narrator
Announcing final path, so sleek
Until my mind is burned in fire
In agonizing light of red
I’ll never tide over the ire
The heavy ire of your death