1A
Lying in a darker than black dark room
searching for the picture with the comforting
smile
treasures unfound by less lightbeams of
moon
smiling back without response, maybe a
picture is just a detail of another lie
Counting and doubting about the endless
being
shruggle-worthy or unworth sight-seeing
trying to write down what will translate
a legend thad had never exist
a spooky old lie made up to be used as
conceiling mist
Hollow echo of a frozen cry
it's cold shiver, transuding till
blood became ice
future has failed already, present living
is acting a lie
falling a sleep and never wake up would
be nice