You're an image of perfect
Nobody knows the real you
You hide behind your portrait
You draw the curtains around you
You speak in letters
You know who I am
You point out my weakness
Nothing is revealed to me
Your soul is sealed off
A sphere of light in a pit of tar
Your mind is foreign
Another culture, another time
You emit nameless emotions
I cannot tell what you want from me
Your voice, your silent syllables
They fall on empty minds
You let a sound slip out
Too little, too late
Now I'm thrown into darkness
I think and I wait
Your thought is inside me
It grows, it consumes
Your mind is a weed
It sinks into my brain
It covers me, makes me cold
I gasp for breath; you will not let me go
I must tear out the weed by the roots
Or else suffocate
I can't breathe with you inside me.
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