Baby mushrooms and closing doors
Screaming whispers and magic floors
Touching mirrors seven disgraces
Masking shames and sadness waitings
Bleeding hearts and silent words
Looking eyes blind by curses
Faults and missings
Mutilations masking a skeleton wall
Lack of self empathy and disgrace
Buried souls in bodies faceless
Left in pieces and echoes moving slowly
Shinning thoughts in a dark cold grave called home should save
You and your lack of commiseration
Leave yourself and don’t say a word
Running fast under a blowing glove
Shut the mouths of untrue
Shut the nerve and the flu
Go rest in pieces
Found youself behind the broken wall.
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