2017.10.15.
Illusion
Illusion was to getinto your box and being able to wake up.
My passion is to be able to find
a mirror in your mentality.
And now I'm worried in this place
with your breath and my loneliness.
My existance is to travel by your ear
and scream everytime there's a truth.
Without your voice I'll fall
I won't be illusioned again.
Because the fire that join our souls
Will die when I stop seeing.
And if I reach to the end
trying I'll be a winner
Because it's better to try
than to die without feeling your voice.
And when one day this fire quenches
it will remain the memory in your chest
if feeling warmth.
My illusion is the naive that sees salvation
My illusion is the star, my god, my reason.
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