Paranoia,
keeps on knocking.
In a well lit room,
is a disposition,
nobody knows,
but wild doubt ready for comfort.
I am not surprised,
watching the pieces,
moved by an unbalanced formula.
Like me,
each heart ruined,
angry, weak and desperate.
Mixed with void confusion,
a hunger,
that can never be satisfied.
This vulnerability,
is a sickness present,
in an unpretending events that is certain to happen.
The naked truth,
is their existence that has no significance,
but binded by the denial.
To ruin one’s life,
that they do not complicate,
but themselves.
Copyright 2009 Micgui
