Man in a grey room

Man in a grey room

dusty mirrors showing old faces
parties have long been forgotten
man sits in the chair
room turns into grey
as fire burns down
burned the evidence of his living
from the ashes smoke arises
one window in which he sees the past
another in which he sees the end
the edge is getting closer
pain on the door step
waiting to attack
his eyes unrecognizable
no spark left
clock in the tower strikes 12 a.m.
saying "I love you"
to the girls he felt nothing
it doesn't matter who he slept with
as long as he got the right emotions
bird crashes into the window
falls down stone dead
you will not know
how much you want to live
until the end of your life
will start to keep an eye on your back
wanting to see just another sunset everyday
job he never cared for
never knew what he really wanted to do
world is so crazy and lonely
real can only appeal to dreams
love for self is low
no one there to hug before he goes to sleep
rain on the window sliding
melody reminds him of his childhood
a world away, a killed life
lost everybody that once meant something
or has he only lost the memory of them?
mirrors of him hidden
human faces painted upon trees
into the stars he asked questions
when he already knew the answers
all the thoughts he didn't like
could someone tell him the other truth?
could someone lie to him?
a bottle he tries to avoid
no message in it
only few hours of empty happiness
a new day comes with sunrise
he stands up and opens the door
looks back over the shoulder
never will he return into this grey room
of that he is sure