Psalm22
Winter's Embrace: A Poetic Unraveling of Lost Love and Solitude
Lyrics
The crow-shaped darkness breaks
The oppressive darkness, reminiscent of a crow's shape, dissipates.
The plain sky in matte grey
The sky above is featureless and dull in a matte grey hue.
And the bones of trees sway like memories
The bare branches of trees sway, resembling memories, perhaps nostalgic, like smoky bars on Sundays.
Of smoky bars on smoky Sundays
Recollections of atmospheric, smoky bars on Sundays linger in the narrative.
I watch you silhouetted
I observe you as a silhouette against the backdrop, engaged in the intimate act of shaving your armpits.
Shaving your arm pits
An ordinary activity unfolds while the city undergoes a transformative process beneath us.
While the city turns itself over
The city undergoes a significant change or upheaval.
On the street below us.
We are positioned above, witnessing the street's activity during this upheaval.
It's winter and I'm writing
In the winter, I find myself composing this letter in the morning.
This letter in the morning
This letter is written with illegible handwriting, suggesting emotional distress.
Illegibly
The act of writing is challenging, resulting in illegible, chaotic scribbles.
Insect words abstract drawings
The written words resemble insects, and abstract drawings fill the letter.
As water I am poured out
Metaphorically, I am poured out like water, and my bones are separated.
And all my bones are parted
The dissolution continues, with my bones melting within my insides.
And melting in my innards
My inner self experiences a profound transformation, with a wax heart melting.
Is my wax heart
The speaker's heart, symbolized by wax, undergoes a profound change.
You left me strewn about the flat
You have left me scattered in disarray within the living space, resembling discarded clothes.
Like discarded clothes. I am a rat
The speaker identifies with a rat, scurrying amid the lingering smells of food.
Scurrying between the smells of food
The environment is marked by the remnants of meals and a sense of abandonment.
Outside, under the clouds, crows move
Outside, beneath the clouds, crows are in motion, possibly symbolizing change or foreboding.
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