From there...
I travelled the tail of time
in the realm of truth and lies
like those of simple metaphors
of straying fools and bourgeois whores
Praise its infinite trials
and its bulk of denials
for it was in their scalding streams
where I was forged to the extremes
Upon the space of my intuition
wave the clouded sea of deception
the great pretenders of day and night
stars and moons made of plastic lights
I became...
The lone woman who seek peace in gloom
a phoenix
who dwell in the regions of doom
the one who speak and dream in nightmares
a mistress caged in the dungeon of fears
And soon...
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