Truths about what I make, Lies on what I want.

(By Deby)

Secrets in the sleeve

Heart in flames

You cry out,

And they beg for you

To touch themselves and to assume,

That everything one day dumb,

And always finishes thus.

It has imprisoned truths in the language,

And said lies,

Missed thoughts,

And correct gestures.

Who I am,

If I do not make what I want?

Without me or you,

That difference would go to make?

To die?

To live?

Which the advantages and cons?

To die stepped on by you

Or to rest in peace?

To live locked,

Or happy and to be loved?

Who I am,

If I do not make what I want?

Without me or you,

That difference would go to make?

Deadly Kitty©