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We are not transparent, a see-through glass;

We conceal what we have, since obscurity rouses our desire;

We love the secrecy, the idea that the world is only ours;

But we are also terrified of the discovery that what we have is a feigned fire.

Because you are no one

I’ve been swimming in your perfume,

No one seems to notice, the smell is intoxicating.

I’ve been drinking this venom,

No one seems to notice, the poison is spreading.

 

I’ve got a second to fall,

No one seems to notice, the rope is untightened.

I’ve got a second to fly,

No one seems to notice, the right wing is badly wounded.

 

I’ve been shot in the forehead,

No one seems to notice, blood dripping everywhere.

I’ve got a ticket to hell,

No one seems to notice, I’m almost there.

 

I’ve already died.

No one seems to notice.

No one seems to care.

Clockwork Orange

Tick tock, Tick tock.

 

Time has stopped.

I entered the room, pretending not to see.

You’re there with her, and smile’s so lovely?

 

I stood still, million knives stabbed my body.

Reminiscing, bitter memories welcomed me.

What happened to promises? What happened to always?

 

I wish it would stop, the agony that pierces my soul.

I wish I’ll finally wake up, but the nightmare has only started.

 

Tick tock, Tick tock.

 

Time’s up!

Yet the pain will never stop.

Whore.

They use you,

you let them do.

You use them,

They let you too.

You serve them,

you expect for payment.

They serve you,

They await a complement.

 

The world is give and take.

You need something, you pay.

They need something, but it’s your sake.

And you’re a whore now they say.

 

We are all a whore.

We give pleasure.

We expect everything in return,

everything that’s not easy to earn.

 

It’s a necessity in this life,

a cruel world with knife.

If you want to survive,

be a whore and come alive.

Where?

Welcome to the planet.

Welcome to the battle.

Welcome to the resistance.

A place with so much prevalence.

 

One eye can see the invisible.

One ear can hear the soundless.

One mouth can savor the bitter taste.

A place with so much maze.

 

The past is dead.

The future is sleeping.

The doom is near.

A place with so much fear.

Machine No More

You wake up at 5

You eat your breakfast

You go to work

You convinced yourself, “I am fine.”

But ask yourself, “Why am I even doing this?”

 

You wake up at 5

You eat your breakfast

You go to work

You asked yourself, “When will this stop?”

Too boring, too robotic.

 

You wake up at 5

You eat your breakfast

You go to work

You forced yourself, “This must stop.”

Too dull, too tiresome.

 

You wake up at 5

You eat your breakfast

You go to work

And then you live.

Finally, not a machine anymore.

Uncertainty

 

Subtle pain. Slowly dying.

Something’s wrong.

I don’t know what it is.

I don’t know when it started.

It’s been bothering me lately.

Is it you? Is it them?

Is it just about me?

Being confused and everything,

The identity’s suddenly a blur.

 

Subtle pain. Slowly dying.

My body’s here, physically present.

But an entity’s dragging me out of somewhere.

My soul. It is stealing my soul.

It can swallow my soul.

 

Subtle pain. Slowly dying.

This is the worst war.

War within myself.

You fight with yourself.

You kill yourself.

You die with yourself.

 

Subtle pain. Slowly dying.

Do you feel it?

It is calling me.

And now I wonder,

Did it already exist a long time ago?

And is now being resurrected?

 

Subtle pain. Slowly dying.

Is it trying to unravel my real identity?

Or do I really have my own identity?

Am I for real? Am I existing?