Without Movement

Smoldering beauty and rotten faces
Unseened films and titles of this life
Noise and crushing dissonance of the mob
I find salvation from it all even without movement

Yet still the city's lights are fading away
And I overcome another lifeless day
Closing the window, pretending to be alive
Until complete dissolution and transparency
Further from this atmosphere of decay
And an endless combination of moments

My world deformed and distorted
Turning into a new and sterile form
Disgusting and alien to some
Yet so pure and desired by me

With each hour I drive the needles deeper into my arms
While the darkness pressing out the glasses of my windows
I move like a spirit beside your eyes
Locked up in my room, motionless