The Desire

It's this cold red old house
with these long and dusty curtains
covered by the shadows of its interior
building this strange personal fear in me
I want to escape from as soon as I can.

It's this cold red old house
with this air made of foreign ice
fed by the warm friendly lung of mine
hardly able to pump its life to a heart
I want to escape from as soon as I can.

© by Fabian

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