Today I’m not as tired as last week, and also not that ill anymore as the past few days, so I have no reason to blatently forget the ‘written‘-post which follows-up to yesterday’s post. This lyric I post here today was written in a sort of desire to escape my situation, with the goal described as something heavenly, maybe kind of cliché, but it made an interesting lyric in my opinion. So here it is.

Gloom

A desperate light bulb
flickers in a room that’s
gasping for some life where
the depravation oozes of
the walls which are deprived
of all decoration but one
painting confined in it’s
frame that’s rotting away

While I’m
Standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I’m full aware that I’ll never get to the door
standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I’m full aware that I’ll never get to the door

While looking at the scene
the astonishing beauty
of the two women who are
kissing eachother in a
classical garden serene and
uninhibited against a marble
pillar their immaculate
appearance takes me away

Though I’m
Standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I’m full aware that I’ll never get to the door
standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I’m full aware that I’ll never get to the door

Though suddenly I find
myself between flowers and
trees standing against a
marble pillar while my lips
are passionately kissing
another girl she’s of an
indescribable beauty and her
naked body entangles me

I got out of the room
but now . . . where . . . am I?
I got out of the gloom
this must be true I won’t deny

I was
Standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I was full aware that I’d never get to the door
standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I was full aware that I’d never get to the door

Her body softly entangles me
our hips locked together
we’re kissing uninhibitedly
our breasts tied together
her fingers caress my neck
serene and immaculate
 the gloom belongs to the past
 the gloom belongs to the past

I was
Standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I was full aware that I’d never get to the door
standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I was full aware that I’d never get to the door
Standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I was full aware that I’d never get to the door
standing in there with my feet nailed to the floor
I was full aware that I’d never get to the door

(first written down in August 2003)