Almost a year since I connected.
Here a scare-crow.
A piece of me feels dissected.
My best friend is my shadow.
Vital organs are as stone.
Hide the pain a man-alone.
Every expression is repressed.
From neon beginnings to grey empty endings.
Same solititude, pretend it doesn´t pester me.
"There´s someone out there for you." Get bent.
NO providence, no destiny no angel heaven sent.
Enjoy memories on your own,
pathetic throne.
Ignore the stories the seeds of love have been sown.
For they are only sweet lies for a man-alone.
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