limbo

Do you remember when you told me that things could not get worse? Well, guess what?! You were wrong.
I am living in the limbo, exiled from the willingness of doing things, of believing in a better option.
And deep inside, I wanna change, but my mind has its hands tied up, and I've lost my soul somewhere, in a forsaken memory that I don't have the strength to remember.
And people in the street, frenetic, loud, disorganised, tasteless, inhuman...they just take from me the few faith I had left. I don' have the minimum interest in believing anything of what they say.
I don't want any guru in my life telling me what is right or not. I already know. And still, I bet everything to the wrong number, hoping that that was my ticket out of this place where every morning is the same.
Farewell my idealism, my imaginary London where once I felt so me.
I woke up today in this messy bed, in a room without view, and you were still here, but I had already left. How can you feel me if I am not there? The ghost of me, promising you something I'll never give you. And you still believe.
Three cheers for the past, when I had all the world to offer. And now the world doesn't have anything that I want. Keep it all till I wake up, I say, and there's no reply.
All this silence embracing me, taking me to a place where none can follow my track. All this ocean to navigate with my bare arms. And the loneliness none can kill. Not even you, with your desperate trying that only asphyxiates me.
Set me free, because in here I am a bird in a cage. I don't want your keys that cant open any lockers. I don't need your words full of air. I don't need the need of you.
Just like the song, if we dance here tonight, even though you don't know the steps, I'll hold you in my arms, and the stage wont' collapse under our clumsy feet. And tomorrow we'll die, as global warming is a fact. So nevermind. Just one more dance.
This heat takes me high tonight. I am addicted to it, like to your voice in the dark, guiding me through the desert of words.
What's is left? I've got nothing. Just a bridge and a Gothic tower. Just a dirty river with no dead bodies swimming with the fish.
Summer is not welcome in this north where no stars can guide you.
Here I am, chatting with solitude, kissing her to forget that once we both loved.