it's the uncertain feeling of having too much luck and nothing to regret that is slowly driving me insane called into a life in the middle of a cardboard box one with nothing more than flashy letters on it from outside, there is more than just words, that kind of subliminal messages you're always confronted with when placed at the wrong end of the table as if you had no other choice than to swallow it all, the no-escape option and the lies, painted into the sky with neon light in an attempt to be put into a place that might let me appear good enough to make your life so much better they're selling me as an eyecatcher for your empty shelves that final line written down in desperation at last responded to by that special person you always wish would be listening and the soundtrack of life, trapped in loop mode forever now is changing its tune into a modern art form of regression pulling off the layers of skin from my bare hands with jagged fangs that once used to do nothing more than that in the old days I begin to reveal the penetrating odor of the living flesh, trying to escape its motionlessness with a weak glance thrown against the cold eye of empty promises resolving one riddle after another until the need for a price tag next to my name no longer has any reason to exist then, as light crawls through the decaying walls of my little world and I'm shaking with the idea of being nothing but a short surprise to a world where no one has anywhere left to go I fear there's more below your heart than the faked smiles Craving the thought that you might want to reach beyond my silence inquiring into me until I have nothing left to say, I hide away in the darkest corners of a certain dream until your search for a lost treasure erodes the last part of meBirth sign: Capricorn
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