The Empty World.

As stiff as toys
And tall as men
And swaying like the wind torn trees
She talked about the empty world
With eyes like poison birds

She talked about the armies
That marched inside her head
And how they made her dreams go bad
But oh how happy she was
How proud she was
To be fighting in the war
In the empty world.

The Cure - The Empty World

I was standing by the window, listening to this Amazing song and wondering whether the empty world is the one we have inside. Or all the rest, out there. Which one we have to run from?



Stained nails due to so-called cobalt black hair dye.
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