Mess

while my past do not exist
and my fuature is deadly myth
in my present i found
my trully parth at least.

did i know how much it cost?
have i had things what i lost?
many questions tear my mind
becouse of answers i can't find

but i won't make a sound
i know no one can give me
          what i want
i'll try to kill inside me
          desire...
as the only thing i can.

little mess in every head
little chaos in the deep
we need to throw away
things too heavy to keep


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