'you seem fearing from something
what is the confusion of your thoughts
even to the simplities in definition
you are always in those unknown
tell me a reason... why?'
the elevated philosophy on my life
all the things spposed to be sacred
should i consider this paranoia an abuse
judge myself and face up affairs
s if my noble paradigma withering
'your mental situation is too complex
how can you love such tragedy
you deified illusions, devised as crystals
and activated the inner sense
you're dying by that magic, why?'
i know my complexion is my perfection
elegance in beliefs means nothing
my deep knowledge made me mute
the splending magic surrounding my flesh
abstract me from life...
'rotate the hourglass and countdown
to the serenities of cruel time
secrets of life drips hope forever
someone, something will understand
release this pessimism outside...'
i feel every second a torture
this is not pessimism, more reality
it's my tendency to the otherside
pale visions of future sear, why?
do you see my resons...why?
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