in between
life, in between dream
tick-tock of
clock could not help it
for ensure
the happiness nor prevent the darkness
same
pattern, repeated
always
everywhere in everyone
forworn was
forbidden, even no one did not
realize how
the whirligig works
till years
has been passing by
over the
innocent child in the adventure
who got
trapped in a cheesy-cruel script
all faces
then all stories,
embracing
sadness to wildness
kill or be
killed, never a chance for escape
but forever ceaselessly
pain
if hopes
could restore the magical time,
wounds would
be an old gold one
but there
was only tomorrow left,
and only God
could do the good rest
sorry,
no mercy to
fiend friends
nor sweet
words which too real to be unreal
“everything will not be okay”
unless this
world was a carnival of fantasy
with an
ecstasy of consciously
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