The Feeling... the urge
the horror and fear
little yet deathly bugs
devouring the gardens
Of my already abandoned sanity.
Listen... the drops of my own guilt
tap one by one
in a puddle of past fears
Why?! WHY MUST YOU DO THIS?!!!
And i believe myself
Time and rain will wash all away
But im soaked, im cold, im scared
everything is unmoving
on the storm inside my head
The springs... The beautiful flowerin bloom
The Summers..the warm breeze of the sea
The autumn...Swirls of fire in my mind
The winter...Engulfed by the Feeling, the awareness of my own Un-reality.
Yet i stay here
Victim of my own lies
Prettending i dont see anything
Prettending there is no one else
too Perfect to face a truth
beyond my very own understanding.
Holding a very hypocrite Existence
Creating wall to demolish with my own desperate nails
To realize this, motionless, in this room
Just The Feeling and Me.
Sometimes one loses that, what made you authentic, and then you ask yourself... Why?
ResponderEliminarSometimes one sees and hear things that you truy to ignore, even when you know its stupid to do so. but if you dont, the partial happiness may go away, ansd who knows when it will be back
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