Another Day
Another day I’ve painted my hands the happy color.
Another day I’ve held in a scream.
What more do I need to show?
What more of your apocalypse do I need to take in?
I’ve gone and shown a smile at least.
I’ve gone and let it out alone.
Do I need to be alone again?
Oh please don’t make me be alone again.
I’ve cried a river once in a while.
Yet I’ve never built a bridge.
Do you see me standing in the sun light?
If you do, then how come I can’t see it?
They’ve sung songs I’ve sung before.
They’ve sung songs that make me quiver in fear.
These songs I’ve heard before make me remember.
If you’re the magic man, make me forget.
Another day I’ve painted my hands the happy color.
Another day I’ve held in a scream.
What more do I need to show?
What more of your apocalypse do I need to take in?
I’ve gone and let it out alone yet again.
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the following lines are awesome:
"They’ve sung songs I’ve sung before.
They’ve sung songs that make me quiver in fear.
These songs I’ve heard before make me remember.
If you’re the magic man, make me forget."
"Another day I’ve painted my hands the happy color.
Another day I’ve held in a scream.
What more do I need to show?
What more of your apocalypse do I need to take in?
I’ve gone and let it out alone once again."
This is an unique take on the apocalypse. Well Done!
Emotionally charged. Nice job Maya.
I had to reread this. Not because I couldn't grasp your words. Because I felt that I needed a soundtrack. So I put on some EinstĂĽrzende Neubauten and began again. I could feel the collapse in your words. The desperation for anew. Very beautiful and well written piece. The way I would imagine ones very own apocalypse of the heart. Bravo.Â