Falling Slowly

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

(...)

Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, Once(OST)
I won't dare to describe this song, for me it's ...

Slammed doors

Slammed doors,
high fits,
rushing movements,
...
The empty void
A frail puppet exposed;
the wicked plastic sun has dawned just
to gaze
at his
broken eyes.
a wretched wind has cracked away
his paper skin...

Silence the dry light.
Seal the door,
Time to listen to every grasp
Ears against the wood
Daring gestures holding the knob
[]
Slamm it again!
I
did
close
your door.

Within the sleak strips

Within the sleak strips,
a packet of crushed sugar,
sickly sweet
...
your fingers ,
slipping through mine,
Only once mine..
cold fingers,
empty windows,
glazed eyes ,
unreal dream,
all you are
a packet of spoiled sugar