One part sadistic, with just a hint of masochistic.
Dreamer, but I live in realities dying away into fantasies.
Carefree and flying, but tied down by material greed.
Wandering through life, yet working towards a goal.
Sarcastic and cutting, laughing through a sigh.
Dark and morbid, somehow naive and childish.

Aiming to please, but I create disorder.
Wishing for peace, but chaos reigned.
The moon, illuminated by the sun.
Surrounded by the stars.
Dominated by the sky.

Melancholic whisperings in my ear.
My mind, tell me what do I hear?
Things are not as they seem,
Illusions created by fleeing dreams.

Dreams of wolves, howling and running.
A black feather, single and falling.
Gentle wind, leaves rustling.
Moutains tall, water streaming.

I know.
Truth, lies no more.
This is me.
Contradictions...

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