Room 8

Speak to me dear, speak to me honestly.
I can fathom nor see the visibility
But I can certainly feel the familiarity
Look at me, look at me
What are you feeling?
What did you see?
Why are you pretending dear?
Are you afraid of recognition?
Are you afraid of being honoured?
Or you are afraid of what you might do?
Why you are afraid of you?
Stare at me, look at me
Surrender
Your eyes are wandering
But never I have ever
Seen them look straight on me
Who are you afraid to?
Yourself? That’s funny
You’re declining yourself?
Awful
Are you an ally to them?
It’s your monsters
Hate them, then they lose themselves
Take care of them.
What are you looking at?
Frames are so bright, faces are empty
Do you recognize them all?
Of course, you do!
Blurting you love them,
Blurting some wishes,
And even suffered of pain from them
Yet, looking forward for more.
What an addiction
Said it was worth it,
Wondering why you have them,
But don’t have yours
Liar?
Then, let me see yours,
Let me see your reflection,
You hate them, do you?
How vicious you are!

A passage from Voice 1: In Places

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