Long and twisted corridors
Of my conscience have confused me,
And I am lost in my own head.
It is dark,
The walls are pressing on me so much
That I can hardly breathe out the prayer.
Everything I touch turns to sand
And dissolves in the air.
Voices are all around,
Everywhere I look I see the shades of past
Blaming me.
Tree of my life is fading,
Eyes are burning me alive.
I’m just an empty theater doll.
Shallow, with a smile drawn on the face.


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