the messes you intrigue
with the lies you weave
like a sweater that fits you too tight,
burns like a wound that never healed
that little crack in your soul.
you are lost in a world
that belonged to you in a dream
the crystal lies you tell yourself to escape a life you never wanted to live...
a knot that gets tangled
because you don't know how to weave a canvas,
legs moving
because you can't bring your voice out.
dizziness,
you don't know what you want
because you can't bear to be part of a wicked game.
like a silent killer
who sets a trap for himself
kill the reflection of yourself in others.
one step forward and you sink
among the many memories that you pretend to forget, and come back,
unaware that, with a few more breakthroughs
you would have found paradise...
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