Why am I looking in the mirror?
If I can’t see my inner error.
Neither my pain nor my emotion
Not even the glimpse of an implosion.
What my blind mind tries to discover?
When my bleeding heart can’t recover
From the pain of your absence
From the illusion of your presence
Who am I deep inside?
A glowing soul in a dark cadaver
Without a joyful life to gather.
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