I KNOW

I know what is like to wake on thorns
that are nailing only some villainous souls
And how breasts come to a boil by the sunlight
while controversial memories of yours are passing by
You're looking for that moment that kept you go on
The one that ceased you from feeling alone
But this moment seems dressed in wailing black
like a cabare artista, like your enemy's trust
Now you're hundreds of miles away from yourself
Though, so close to your imminent upcoming death
May relief follow the trip of your soul
I wonder...if it's your will or a will of some god
Hurry up! Wake from your awareness sleep
You can't live inside  a bidirectional dream
Gather drips of wit left deep inside
and spit the addiction
cause addiction is a lie