Tytuł: Departure

• Wykonawca: Bauhaus
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He was in his room, half awake, half asleep
  The walls of the room seem to alter angles
  Elongating and shrinking alternately
  Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room
  A trick of the light and too much caffeine, he thought
  Then came a knock on the door
  And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made
  At first, he thought he'd imagined it
  Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night
  But then it came again
  Only heavier this time
  With a sense of real urgency
  So pulling himself up
  And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow
  He made his bleary way across the room towards the door
  And slowly, apprehensively, raised the latch
  
  The latch became a fingertip, touching his own
  
  Energy sapping as a new form, transversing the edge of his emotions
  His power became his agony, his power knew no bounds
  Whereas before, his peace withstood the vastness
  His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible
  His final soul is flying with contempt only
  Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed
  You cannot share, the temperature is rising
  The ghost and monkeys make a choice
  This...
  This...
  
  He tried to will himself back to bed
  He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crisp, white sheets once taken for granted
  To be back home, safe as houses, protected by walls covered in familiar patterns
  But even wallpaper had become sinister to him
  He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls
  At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside
  And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure
  He would always see his own face
  And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true
  For at this moment, it was indeed, his own feet that filled the shoes
  Shoes that no man would want to wear
  
  Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals
  Into the forest under the billowing leaves
  Under the dreadful birds, the singing soil, the decrepid babies, the unhappy new loves
  The preaching alphabutics, the long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers
  In fact, all the guilty clouds he will move into a playground
  A sense of moonlight and shadow
  All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflower, fly to his middle eye
  The wallpaper had sinister tones
  Alas, white cold
  Alas, rainbow's middle infinity's destination.
  All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded