It’s not pain
It’s not saudade
It’s a void
Empty space
Indifferent thoughts
Somehow sprinkled with despise.
Ah …How I miss liking you!
You’re leaving?
Oh my…
I don’t feel a thing,
Castle still remains
Every stone is in place.
I’m disconnected
Called disease
Felt as freedom
This is ok
It’s not bad,
Because now you’re just you
Without me,
The sun doesn’t shine your way
And that is easier. It is.
Well silence is something political
And that’s not me, at all.
Haunting dreams of
Weak men for 33 years.
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