Strange how your eyes appeal me Landscapes where I Iost my direction Visual mirrors from within Confusing my reflection
Full are the words Of hate and despair In a world of illusion I wander alone Trapped in a spell of nowhere
Romanticised reality Dishonest in its lair Like a ghost of origin
Respectable on the outside Maintain a front of sense You knew it better than me I couldn’t care less in my defence
Blinded by shapes from the past You saw me through Consumed by the stage that I’m at I can’t reach for you
Tales from the past runs high and low Calculating hands of thee Veracious words rebound Overwhelming me Repressed my belief and the crowd went mad My will in their hands And everything that came out from me Interpret by foreign thoughts Blamed the world får my sins And yet in the end
I was still the one carrying What would soon become a misscariage Pain growing inside of me Violate my soul
Pervaded my brain Great loss Never to be felt until it´s lost Cutting words spltting me in peaces Insides spread on the outside Published me from a to z Suicide, illusion of pride