Cup of coffee
Yeah, it starts. Darkness everywhere.
There's nothing. World's empty and cold.
What I hear is silence, cold and thick.
Why is the world so dark, so evil?
Everything's gone. Disappeared.
There's nothing. No hopes, dreams or wishes.
All the inspiration's on her way, far, far away.
Great ending's here. End of the world.
Silence. Still only damn silence is heard
and still there's nothing. But the colorless voice.
No words, no hopes to build that magical carpet.
And why is it? The words are gone. Where?
And you. You are all alone and dark
not less than the world itself.
Where's that shining star that
once shone so brightly?
And the emptiness of the world is hiding alone,
things that can build true happiness - no longer exist.
The thread of inspiration's burning for its own will
Neverending blackness still reigns.
Silence. So clear and dark.
Still only silence can be heard.
That's great, clean voice.
Perfect voice, but colorless.