you were my muse and now you’re hurting me
where is the sense in this?
you are not impartial, you are the enemy
instead of the lovely thing
you got me used to
they dragged you to the other side
the one where lies
only brutality, malice, sad truths
and where there is no time for sentiment
I have you in my bed every day
despite your lack of knowledge about it
as after a few brief moments alone
you closed your mouth and all channels
to communicate with you fell silent
as if your phone was overused
in the merely working environment
and apart from that, you are just a mute being
adept at dodging and hand-to-hand combat
like the best British agent with many faces
every time I wonder which one you are going to show me today
I’d like to know if any of your leads
was it supposed to be designed for me?
but now that all the enemies are closing in
there is no such thing as knowing
only surviving and mining
the real core of events
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