In a moment, in a single split second –
All is lost.
Yet, all could be found,
I the incredible angel,
With the face of a blood hound
The temper of the evil scripts of hell
The dead and lost child lying in the bottomless well.
The frightened whisper
Freed in a moment of lust
I am the retarded child
that no one cares to trust
I am the clouds on a cloudless day
I am the beast
That frightened the sanity away
I am the fear that you feel at night
Oh, and I am my own necessary devilish fright.
I scare and I hate.
I love but never communicate.
I need but nothing needs me.
I too am afraid.
But because I am nothing
I have no liberty…

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