Poezja

When I drown in blood
Music is my remedy
Of broken yellow bubbles
That spin my world around

No tears are awaken
To cover my pale face
To die in the sorrow
Of all my regrets

No drink is swallowed
And absorbed into veins
I don't need any sources
When music is the gate

I close my eyes
Deny all my fears
Lie down on soft clouds
Singing into my ears

No tears are present
To send the sadness away
No shopping to heal me
When music is the gate

Music is my remedy
I swim in peaceful tunes
She dives me into happiness
And laughs the problems away