you take the book from the shelf and you are afraid of it
there is a premonition and a feeling of shame you turn page after page with a frozen smile
and you want to tear them out of your memory
you can't believe what s written down
you can't believe what you've wrote
you've taken everything too seriously
you take of your clothes and creep before the mirror
you touch the colored skin and you wonder why these lines mean nothing to you anymore
why this grinning ghouls seem to laugh about your life what's left of all these years