Abstract Spirit - Ruined


I don&#8217;t remember my face, 
I don&#8217;t count wrinkles. 
I have never created idols 
For worshipping them and hating them. 
I keep terrible secrets 
Of those who are gone. 
When clay knocked their coffins 
I was standing alone&#8230; 

If I could see the absence of a sense&#8230; 
If I could hear but not listen&#8230; 
If I could know life is so empty&#8230; 
A curtain would drop earlier&#8230; 

It feels like strings vibrating 
Somewhere inside of me&#8230; 
The source of my life pulsates 
Deep in inner devouring horror&#8230; 
A torrent of words reflecting my thoughts 
Falls by downpour unto me&#8230; 
I behold a world of parallels 
Painted by withering imagination&#8230; 
Now I set free the warm of life 
Through a door closed so long ago, 
Now I get used to feel cold, 
I escape this reality&#8230; ruined&#8230;

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