the power of pressing replay
would rewind memories that come crashing down
into melodies of revolutionary songs
which everyone could hear
but no one comprehend
it would be being re-born on a world
where anyone cannot see
but you have an eye
it is like a world full of pain
but you are blinded by dispair
and you keep running down the same street
where the feelings remain the same but the person laying next to you has another name
another person that you search for a scar that does not have
and still you lack for all that lack of feeling
and you feel complete by rational blindness
by emotional catastrophy
that does not reach god or any spiritual dillusion
created to keep you sane in all your insanity
it is that crashing closure
in which you can read yourself as a book taught when you were innocent
that you which you had not read it
because when the night comes

you can still find yourself in the darkness
no matter who is standing next to you