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• Artiste: Saddest Day
• Titre: Synesthesia
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Can you live with it? Failure came by to kill me. Slowly, eternally. Can you wear my mask? Disguised as a black jesus i can go all the way Why shaking? Why scared? If demons wait to feast i will come out Party all night. Hang myself. Cut wrist. Not crying, not whispering, not existing Waiting. Silently, patiently. Dark pages of books never written Awkward silence of stories never told If demons come to feast i will take my mask off Tear it all down, crush it, spit on it And show my true face. Masked, unreal. Undefined. Maybe because i've learned not to trust my sight Maybe because i've learned to hate my smell To kill my hearing, to bury my touch. Invited to the feast i will go unmasked but masked Defined but undefined. Forced into my skin by sharp needles tearing my flesh Injecting death (or unreal life) into my blood stream Bursting my veins as it swims upstream If demons wait to feast i will be the banquet Inviting all of them to come inside me Too fast and chaotic for me to understand them singularly And i have a new mask. Synesthetic. Aesthetic. Pathetic. And the little boy who yelled "the emperor is naked" Has been bought some new toys and shut up.