I will try to tell you Alice
Kiss my lips and feel the pain...

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HYPOXIA

I didn’t hear your story
Did you hear mine?
‘was a mature child with a deep wound on my soul,
Had no idea about the meaning of being alone
to feel the cold on a toneless bone...
Have you ever seen a real solitude in someone’s eyes
which belongs to you...? That’s hard and scathing.
Shadow games are sailing on my walls,
Someone is dying inside and he suddenly calls…
Being lost in mirrors...
But Love...Alice...
Love...
The sky was blue and feelings were green (remember!)
It was nice in dreams to caress a butterfly when I was a teen.
But now...
We just know the taste of the pain

I learned to embrace the emptiness,
"Bills, credits, cheques and debits,
Betrayals, games & human tricks...
other side of the coin...
With this man lying beside you, tell me, what the hell are you doing...?
Need to know; where is love? it was not hard to cry for a tiny broken story in the past...
But now...!
We grew up and learn to die
We learn to die and start to kill...
start to kill and learn to die.

Tears of real love
rather than the laughter’s of dead birds...

Baby, can you hear the violin...
Because this time I am really dyin...!

Gokcehan Dace
gokcehan@gmail.com
18/04/2008

Read my words with that chef d'oeuvre: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZXM2eq46_s