A dead man alive

I’m walking on the alley, slowly
And don’t know where I am and why
My shadow has been drowned in sorrow
Without it, I’m no more alive.

I’m looking at the dead leafs carpet
Admiring an unknown someone
I walk in time, pass trough the turpeth
I’m hiding consciously a crown.

My hair and my coat are wet
My dreams are even soaked
I’m seeing torsos on the street
But very misty, even mould.

And raining doesn’t want to stop
All my ideas run in high
And someone points at me, Drop!
There is a dead man, and alive!
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A dead man alive

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Joined February 2008

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