More

I can feel your breath

penetrating into my senses

excitement soars

rationality blurred

It's burning

yes

the glares you saw

the screams you heard

were the signs of my twisted mind

I can feel it no more

your breath

we've lose ourselves

feelings were obscured

No more pain

no,

more..

Watched

Each and every single day

You'll appear

with all the gorgeous clowns

watching them, silently

and I'll be here waiting

watching you

when you lie

Each and every sinful day

You'll be here

without the glorious smiles

watching them, silently

and I'll be there waiting

catching you

when you die

Why does it feels like I've heard it before?

like it's a repetition

.

Because the one being watched

was myself.