a world figuring out who I am

I only see fog

my senses are blurry

I reek of sex

I have a stench that won't go away

I can't hear clearly

and I wish I'd have a heart

I have a fixation, an obsession

I have nothing

I am forever and I am already gone

I am the end of who I wish I were

My age does not define me

yet the ripples of my soul

always eat my looks

an illusion of what I am not

has ruled over the thought

wrong thought of who I am

 

From the mind of Cogliostro