My world

October 18, 2015

The moment I enter,

my body freezes.

I don't know I'm there

but I know I'm here.

The joy to be here

kills the motive to be there.

As a dream comes true

my world becomes fake.

The flame will soon disappear

yet I'm happy about my dead.

I open my eyes as I enter my world,

a world that will let me live.

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