Come a little --
CLOSER
To the light
To enlightenment
Draw away curtains
Of black obsessions
View the reality
Sense its truth
In stark clarity
WAKE UP
Something's up
Beyond the ruins
Beyond the ruins
Come a little --
CLOSER
Hear the worlds
LAUGHTER
Feel all those --
Pointed fingers
And boring eyes
Knowing stares
Feel the transparence
For all to see
For all to see
Comprehend this
What all others
Have always known
Stalkadillos --
Are NOTHING
More than facades
And ruthless dreams
In sinking motion's
ACTUALITY.
By Lady Lost
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