Obscure
It's raining, deeply
I can feel my bleeding heart
Scared I begin the run
To a place far away from me
The dark eyes awake into the sky
They are searching me deep inside
A long wait with no ceelmate
I've been locked out of my mind
I keep staring the blank walls
Falling and crumbling they talk
I can see me near me
Broken mirrors reflect what's in
The ilusions are telling the truth
That the dark is more than obscure
Maybe theres a place to come back
But a part of me will be left
I wondering about this blood on my hands
André Araujo Ribeiro
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