The Unknown

Each time I looked at me
 I though I was alone
 I try to disagree with myself
 Our time is null, enjoying our past
 Our time is gone, they got away
 Don't remember my time
 When I'm coming
 You and all the rest
 I try to fit in the world
 But the world doesn't fit in me
 Didn't care what I've done
 Between the memories
 Take my head.
 Could it do any good?
 I dyed the sun with my smile
 But my eyes stayed the same
 I tried to make the sky with my hands
 Our time is null, enjoying our past
 Our time is gone, they got away
 Don't remember my time
 When I'm coming
 You and all the rest
 I try to fit in the world
 But the world doesn't fit in me
 Didn't care what I've done
 Between the memories
 Take my head.
 Could it do any good?
 I will trap me, till my time is up!
 No, it is just a small lies feast
 Of what I do to survive
 My love sight is taken by remorse
 The clock is playing the song
 For the soul poverty of the unknown,
 The flying parasite with nothing to eat
 The unknown with nothing to wear
 The unknown with nothing to wear
 They toddle, every bit like marionettes,
 or drag themselves like wounded animals,
 or dance against their will, poor little bells
 That a remorseless demon rings!
 Worn Out. (Charles Baudelaire –
 Flowers of Evil – Les Petites Vieilles)
 Don't remember my time
 When I'm coming
 You and all the rest
 I try to fit in the world
 But the world doesn't fit in me
 Didn't care what I've done
 Between the memories
 Take my head.
 Could it do any good?
 I will trap me, till my time is up