For me
And it is this shadow
That feels
All the pain
All the memories
All the joy
All the smiles
People cannot see and cannot share
Yes
It is my secret well hid garden
Buried beneath the think curtains
His hands will never bother to touch
I want him there
In my field
In my green
In my hills
In my skies
In my clouds
But he can't seem to enter
Tears run fast races
But still he cannot enter the garden
Which is fast fast fast
Turning into a madness
A sleepy eerie cold madness
A silent madness
A deafening fear
Fuels the tears
Yet he cannot enter
This realm of mine
I fear.
I am seeing more shadows
Getting farther away
Seeing more and more shadows
Distancing me
From....
The fears are fed
Getting fat
Getting enormous
The fear plunges
The invisible knife
Into me
I can see all the blood
All the fears
All the shadows
All the tears screams cries
Yet he is far away.....
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