Itīs a game of words
Itīs a game of presumptions
Itīs like one step to love and hate
Itīs an angel of pain
Itīs an angel of lust
Itīs like the end
The same as always
So proud and unreal
***I felt a clearing in my mind
As if my brain has split
I tried to watch it seam by seam
But could not make them fit
The thought behind before
But sequence
Ravelled out of reach
The thought behind before
Like balls upon a floor...***
Truths from the world of lies
Drive us to dying
Only in extremity
So...Rights...
This world in which we loose our life
Has its rights which we never understand
I canīt live that way anymore
This is a holy way to hell
SidjaGG, A.K., Emily Dickinson
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