Dead in emotion
Something crawls in my melody
Something captured in devotion
Should it be a comedy?
They laugh with disfigured faces
My mind stands under a beam
They take me different placed
Could it be quite as it may seem?
They peal my conscience from my head
Unwind each phrase from my tongue
Each face silent as the dead
My thoughts they have hung
Foot steps trace my skin
Time captures my delivered mind
He caresses each particle within
My life was left behind
And I've given up my old skin
©nanadrift
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