Maybe they are there when we glance our first peep
And grow along with us in the deepest caverns of our soul,
Maybe we feed them with our fragile and inept will
Ant take over our common sense making us fail miserably.
I do not know why they pretend to be us even in our sleep
And create havoc leaving everything dark and cold,
I do not know why we leave them run berserk at their will
An destroy the decent and valuable we covet so dearly.
Damn you!
I deserve to love freely without your monstrous shadows on my back,
I own it to all the beautiful ones who gave me their hearts.
Do not pretend to be me because you are certainly not,
Do not circle around me when I am in my weakest hour.
Damn you!
Go and hide under the filthiest rock and never comeback,
Stop aiming at me with your venomous darts.
Die a horrible death at once, because I will not
Succumb to your perverted ways, you will not devour
My essence. No, you will not.
Damn you!
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