The Spine کے بول

Every day flows As alive oil which Soupy and grim It approaches and observes But doesn't talk Doesn't answer back Doesn't act And doesn't understand Every day rain And the water so cold Makes me feel Far away from my ego Tedium grows in me As seasons dessapear With no tears in my eyes Neither can i suffer ? Pierced in my heart There is a painful spine This is the last act Of my inner tragedy Every day rain And the water so cold Makes me feel Far away from my ego Tedium grows in me As season dessapear With no tears in my eyes Neither can i suffer ? Pierced in my heart There is a painful spine this is the last act Of my inner tragedy