Worst fear

 

My breath gets shorter minute to minute
My movement is criticised by political healers
I can't seem to find an apex to this
Meaningless expectancies and endless loneliness
Outkast from my habit a nun used to wear
Who do I turn to, to confess I am scared
What if this noise last forever on end
How will I find true love and engage in a kiss
I have to leave this pigment city
A circle that revolves and inhales sins off shores
Why do I listen to this bitter rage
I want my privacy back again.
I want my privacy back again.

You look at me.
Hope
You look away
Truth
Losing you is inevitable
But still I laugh and cry with you
Though I push you away,
My heart grabs and grabs in vain
For the day you leave me is the day the monsters come back

  That Guy
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My father's son
what have I become?
a doormat
a dirty rug
a has been that never was...