I dreamt I was in the skin of someone else

And everybody around me

Told me that I was this man

Preferred blindness to lucidity



Truth is a blinding sun that sight can't stand

To fill the emptiness with flight



Mourning affliction makes the lie

Makes the madness

Torn away



Ancient trauma, epileptic passage, the rebirth of rage

Subconscious

So familiar but so frightening

Lying powers dominate



As pieces of puzzle

The real one falls in nothingness

Lost in dark parallel spheres

Let it die

You lie, let him die

Escape by all means the conscience of the mortal state



Mourning affliction makes the lie

Makes the madness

Torn away