The nightmares are too horrible to bear
I keep looking for solace, diving here and thereRunning, just running, trying to detach from my shadow
Avoid the hungry mouth of memories salivating to swallowEvery doorway seems blocked
All gates to heaven, padlockedDilemma, depression
Pressure, tortureI'm hung in vengeance by the same feelings I nurtured
Terrible, thoughtlessly, shouldn't have adventuredHer smiles, functionally opposite to saving
Choking my heart, damaging my mechanism for livingSweet pecks of childish talks
That road, that spot where we'd hold hands and walkThat point, that moment it became bittered
When numerous issues got litteredTruth and lies, battling for pain killers
Oh, bottomless holes, no feelersWill I ever find a safe haven
A four–cornered saviour, to ostracize that raven?Those voices of dementia
Obstinate, differentiaInvisible, that's if that idol is existing
Hope, whatever pays homage to fate, gets it twistingAs I'm on a parallel line, about to reach the end and fall
There's no escape, not a tiny hole at allJust a building of broken connections
Ill–equipped personnel unable to mend torn affectionsRoute 911, right at the hospital for sick people
Can they cure me though I'm dead, "Doctor, tell me, is it simple?""No", I shouldn't have asked
You were never up to the task
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Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...