Surreal
I'm stuck between the past and the future. I'm in a surreal world, where sweetness becomes bitterness and things aren't what they seem. Subtle cruelty to the mind. All I can do is sit and watch the show until the lights come on again so I can walk out. Left with an impression so deep, it aches my heart.
Darkness is there for tears to draw their invisible though warm track on my cold skin. I try to hold in my breath and make no sound. If only he knew. But my confused tears are mine. Running down my cheeks, tiny little rivers from the spring of my soul.
And I cry my muffled cry, while the emptiness in my head rocks me to sleep again. Slowly. Only for a moment, to escape from the things that are just shadows. Till I find myself awake again in the tight corner of this vicious circle. My freaky merry-go-round...
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