Citations of Clay

 

CITATIONS OF CLAY

-Miss A

I’m chasing the shadows; the shadows are mean

I keep chasing the hollows; the hollows are deep

I look for another beautiful soul, the souls are keen

And I don’t know, how I’d become, a life of the living,

Give me some hope, I wanna become, a life of the living...

Being in a grave state of cleat inferiority

Grievances of gleam, I see I’m surrounded in dreaded indeed

Reciting the prayers again, trying to gain some seniority

Begging for a body,

For the shadows,

For the hollows,

And for the soul,

And for the melodies indeed.

A block of nothing is there, cold like the ice and I’m in there

With no one I sing. With no one I dance. With no one I smile,

And I’m just here, with me, with myself and the loneliness

Smiling with nothing, dancing with nothing, singing with nothing

Here I am.

And for the ‘me’, that I may speak is not complete again.

I’m chasing the shadows; the shadows remain concealed

I keep chasing the hollows; the hollows take no sympathies

I look for another beautiful soul, but the souls have liaison to thee

And I don’t know, how I’d become, as I’ve else I believe, I need

Give me some hope, I wanna become, a life of the living...

Playing a role,

Finding a room,

Feeling the chains of nothingness.

Look at the refection, I see just nothing. No shape, no shard,

No structure and no leisure, no pain, no feel.

Draw a picture out of reverie, create a model, of who’d you be

Wishing to link the present and the pictorial in a same drill

Is it even possible? Is it even colliding?

Could I hunt down the melodies? The time and the space!

Still I’m chasing the shadows; the shadows I try to persuade

I keep chasing the hollows; the hollows I eerie in my maze

I look for another beautiful soul, the souls that could stay

And I don’t know, how I’d become, the pint of myself,

Give me some hope, I wanna become, a life of the living...

 

 

 

 

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