everything that has ever been said
it wasn’t enough to catch you in my web
as you were always with them –
the perfect witness to all my missteps
though I could never get close to you
as you are armoured from head to foot
and I am a weak reed messed up by the wind
I feel the tinge every time of your presence around me
every time I make a deal with Lady Death
she’s not very nice to me instead
offers me all kinds of trouble
she swaps red pills for blue pills to disguise my anger with sorrow
as if trying to balance opposing sides
the way you always used to do
who says what is wrong and what is right?
what forces have the right to fight?
in this tremendous, ghastly circus
not for me this time, I’m afraid
crumbled under the amount of tiny sharp broken pieces
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