The cranes are all I have, my constant companions
I can’t stop folding them, even my hand is
Shaking at the thought of being abandoned.
My Eve was repeating and it made me feel sick
I was doing this on purpose, all for some kick?
......
There are heavy chains clinging to my body at all times.
They tape me onto a stage where i stand
to perform.
As one of them:
the background requisites.
I am solely somebody’s doll
that will wince, but only quietly,
when you pull out one of her hairs.
And I‘ll make sure to keep my porcelain face
......
I have poured the the melody of joy on the burnt bamboo flute.
Behind touching the peak of emptiness;
I met the desolate heart.
Pomegranate plant is full of green on canopy
Ripe fruits blood red juice inside ,
a different image intense reddish retina!
In the desert of waiting, in the air of neglect
turning her face,
......
I have poured the the melody of joy on the burnt bamboo flute.
Behind touching the peak of emptiness;
I met the desolate heart.
Pomegranate plant is full of green on canopy
Ripe fruits blood red juice inside ,
a different image intense reddish retina!
In the desert of waiting, in the air of neglect
turning her face,
......
This heart
So heavy
How I wish
To carry their grief,
These eyes
So teary
How I long
To see them find joy again,
These hands
So empty
......
This heart
So heavy
How I wish
To carry their grief,
These eyes
So teary
How I long
To see them find joy again,
These hands
So empty
......
I have poured the the melody of joy on the burnt bamboo flute.
Behind touching the peak of emptiness;
I met the desolate heart.
Pomegranate plant is full of green on canopy
Ripe fruits blood red juice inside ,
a different image intense reddish retina!
In the desert of waiting, in the air of neglect
turning her face,
......
I have poured the the melody of joy on the burnt bamboo flute.
Behind touching the peak of emptiness;
I met the desolate heart.
Pomegranate plant is full of green on canopy
Ripe fruits blood red juice inside ,
a different image intense reddish retina!
In the desert of waiting, in the air of neglect
turning her face,
......
Your call is very important to us.
Please hold while we connect you to the next available agent.
The hold music buzzes in my ears.
The poor attempt at soft jazz,
the wretched sounds of clarinet worming their way into my brain.
All of our agents are busy at this time.
......
There are heavy chains clinging to my body at all times.
They tape me onto a stage where i stand
to perform.
As one of them:
the background requisites.
I am solely somebody’s doll
that will wince, but only quietly,
when you pull out one of her hairs.
And I‘ll make sure to keep my porcelain face
......