forgotten.
you dare to forget me
or to put to sleep
until you may feel ready to face
what is an eternity in here
you left way behind, totally neglecting
not only in memory
and or in the trash bin under
but in manners and in clothes and
in the details before so prevalent
now in the lack lurking just watching
screaming without the voice you took away also
the priviledged sidewalk
and streets
all so planned
the destroying of what was part of something good somehow
to the perfection so superficial
the so-called black out
your mind insist on carrying through the years
to perhaps save you
all though it remains within
as the unanswered question
when there will be the thorough understanding of the subject 'you'?
I am tired of playing hide and seek
I want to play
with your head
and every thing that is dwelling inside here
your fears
your paranoias
your sorrows
your crimes
your lunacy
your traumas
your disorders
your bias
your arrogance
your whole unconscience
of the life so low and dirty and miserable
outter, the bright you act on stage
you can not even begin to imagine
its cruelest absence of objectivity
how can you live with yourself?
you forgot me
how can you forget me?
in the higher flame of self hell
I am damned
shattered in a zillion pieces
the guilt should be eating you alive
instead you are dancing
in the place you think you earned,
you think you deserved
the truth may set you free
still it can leave me stranded
taken from the place I belong too
but your mind is a chest of surprises
in the darkest and deepest and ignored corners
there are thoughts ready to take you out of yourself
to bring out the mad in you
to demonstrate who you really are
in the raw
there is
me
and you can try anything
to escape
to fight
to hide
still
it is me you will find
still alive,
after everything you might do,
in the very bottom of your end.
i want out
i want to live on your place
i want to meet the surroundings
i want you.
you forgot me
how can you forget me?
i am still here
inside of you
and you can not run away from yourself for too long
sooner or later
you will come back to me
or I will catch you.
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