What if they were never really there.
What if you were not alone, but lonely.
What if you were insomniac when every time you had that dream.
What if you were dominating yourself while gaining the submiss.
While writing for others, you figured out your dead soul has written something undying for yourself.
Do you even know the difference between laughing and crying?
Did you find the key you were searching?
They have left nothing, but a big zero for you.
You have to understand it, the zero you see is a big circle depicting the labyrinth you are trapped in.
You have to cut it, you have to make your way out.
The zero will be your Garland, your wheel towards your wholeness, accept it and make it yours.
You might forget laughing, but you will learn to smile perfectly.
You will keep your head down, but will be able to see the right road for you.
The pain will smile, the scars will shine, you might cry, but it will heal you.
Bliss to the soul who faked
And those who remained