The Shelf

I'm a retarded thing

I can't realize why I'm inside here

So many years are wasted

No love, no hope

The door is still open, they left me the key

But never I'd walk away

A shelf made of wood is nailed in the frames

Such a subtle barricade

The sun will never shine

The night is never black

My neon god is high

Above me in the concrete skies

I have to sit on top of the shelf

The floor is stained by myself

The stench of what I tried to keep

Has melted my lungs indeed

The sun won't shine, the words don't rhyme

I'm out of time, the shelf will remain

I'm raised in here, I'm reigned by fear

I am sincere, the shelf will remain

As long as I'm sincere

The shelf will remain – in here

I sort my memories somewhere on that shelf

Hide-and-seeks in the schoolyard at 12:15

My childhood fear systematically aligned

First wet dreams and all I've fantasized

The sun will never shine

The night is never black

My neon god is high