Trapped Behind an Open Door


You look at me with empty eyes
The filter removed, no longer bearing the pain of lies
Trapped in by no faith
Never to be seen by my own
Lost before myself
I am the wind, the sun, the sky
Beauty that only turned into a beast
What is left of me?
Is there a truth?
Or am I a lie
You look at me with empty eyes


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