Blurred in the Red Moon

Lyric : TSUNEKA The night lays its palm on my fevered skin The curtain’s shadow swims against the wall My eyes are glass with weather inside I watch the ceiling drift out of reach This room I know forgets its name and leans away in a red hush My body burns under folded sheets My throat is a white locked door By the window the red moon stains the floor without a sound The hands of the clock soften like wax Every second knocks under my ribs Sleep and waking lose their borders Night spills into morning behind my eyes I thought my name fell from somewhere but the other side was only air Blurred in the red moon blurred in the red moon I lose the edge of myself and no one calls me back The room has swallowed all its doors The night keeps widening with no footsteps in it Blurred in the red moon blurred in the red moon Inside the fever I melt without a witness Why is the light so delicate, so bright when I am small enough to be forgotten I do not want to vanish but I forgot how to stay My voice breaks open before it becomes a name The sheets are a sea I cannot cross My damp fingers hold on to the dark Water beads on a cold glass little lives of light slipping from my hand Each blink opens another hallway childhood dust and yellow doors The room breathes slowly like something sleeping and I don’t know which side I am on The red thermometer keeps its tiny moon A number glows where reality should be Deep in my ears a bell is drowning far below the skin far below the bed Words and hours loosen their seams and fall quietly into the fever Blurred in the red moon blurred in the red moon I lose the edge of myself and no one calls me back My fevered body my blurred eyes My burning throat calling the night Blurred in the red moon blurred in the red moon Sleep and waking melt into one Even my name floats farther from me I do not want to vanish but I forgot how to stay The red moon watches and does not move No shape left no time left Only red light and a quiet heart If this is a dream let it close before morning I am tired of being the only one here The curtain moves The red light blurs At the bottom of the fever I close my eyes Dream or not I don’t know anymore Only the red moon stayed with me