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Of cold hands, of cold feet
Rage lies in thy heart
No one could understand.
This world is an oblivion filled with innocence and dishonesty.
Of feelings and of truth
Lies are the only truth.
Beholding thy warmth of rage,
And rage flows through thy veins, no one could understand.
I am a face made of lies,
A mask made of smiles.
Truths are asleep in my eyes,
And only thy heart knows why.
Questions, interrogations
They are crap of my mind.
Feel them, hate them,
And now you’ll see it as a surprise.
Feelings are of unreal
And truth hides beneath my feet.
Still I won’t show these things.
Because it’s the only way they won’t be in pain.
Copyright © Carel Jean Abulencia | Year Posted 2009
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