Finally the mask has fallen
you reveal yourself to me
But what I hear -words tumbeling down-
take a hold of me
Biting, piercing, stabbing words
I am in despare
the cold grip of desertion around my chest
My fear turns into water
my lungs start to drown
Fighting, killing, absence of words
I'm on the edge of losing you
my lover, my friend and my life
And I cannot believe
That the chaos you've left
Is my own to begin with
Absence of words,
I'm afraid -of you-
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