CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Abhorrence

Where was it that you awoke
And saw the treason of your words
Throwing your body down the stairs
Sisyphean and resolute

Where was it that you saw yourself
Bomit dribbling down your chin
Knowing true that you've become
A stain, a putrid pool of oils

Where was it that you tore down
Your tarnished silver trophies
Burning laurel wreathes
In the center of your bed

Where was it that you engraved
The list of all your failings
On the marble columns of museums
And wooden floors of friends

Where was it that you collapsed
In silence and indifference
Strewn across a vacant trail
That hounds no longer run

Where was it that you turned
To total isolation
Calculating the precise moment
When you could disappear