Glaucidae

You don't want to sleep
but you don't want to be awake
You don't want to eat
but you don't want to be hungry
You don't want to be around people
but you don't want to be alone
You don't want to do anything
but you don't want to do nothing

What you really want to do is to stop existing
but you can't do that without dying
and you don't really want to do that either
It's about a party - the end of a party

Panic sets in, as eyes peer through the trees
Where are you going?
Running deeper and deeper into nowhere
Become a secret

I want to exist in that image forever
Time and space phase together
Please stop listening
These words you hear, are just in my head

It's okay, you're okay
Another dreadful day living in this shade of gray
5 AM in a rainy day

An amphitheatre of memories lost in summer water
Confessing secrets from behind a wall
While the house party is on the other room

These long siren-like sounds
Sad, desperate, lost in the cosmos
I wake up in pure darkness
I go to sleep in pure darkness

It’s pitch-black, with lifeless eyes
All abandoned in a hall of skies
Just mirrors coming in waves
Just reflections, of what could have been
Making the space between us infinite

It is all about precision and imprecision, perfectly contradicted
The balance of feeling happy or sad
All replaced with a monotonous feeling of numbness
It wreaks havoc, eating you from the inside
Like chemotherapy for your soul

She released the air from her lungs very slowly
While her eyes welled up with tears
It's the perfect lie
You're ok