I feel like a lone lily, which petals won't never be the same again
Scorching chairs and sun has been left for me and the zest is gone
My mind is torn
I'm standing on the third floor
Scared and lonely to go to war
The Chair is asking me: Have i been used, babe?
I answer with a smouldering look: - you are perceptive kiddo
The Chair: - My wood is aching, stop the nightmare baby
Hush!
What a weird dream i have had, probably cuz sitting on the chairs which has stayed for me , on the third floor was not the best idea in my head
I'm cruel, egotistical creature
And I'm aware of that
Everything is done, the fate has been prescribed and
I
decide to cry
And pull on clouds like a disguise, so no one could see me
My eyes, my burnt body, full of lies
Dive me full in the magic cream
So the wounds shall heal
(what an odd dream)
The Zest Is Gone
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