Have you eaten yet?
Have you slept well through the night ?
Your lonely night that was never too lonely but ever so jolly
Your lonely night that looked just as beautiful as you
A serene halcyon.
A serene halcyon that created a stormy weather into a non existent world, I'm not the narcissism,
I'm your victimisation.
I'm not Narcissa, I'm Prométhée.
I'm the mythological greek philosopher "G.O.D"
that complicated his own non-existent existence into thinking he's a god of thinking.
Irony can equal beauty on all its standards, because Prométhée chose to end his own life and not only that,
he ended his existence in the not too howling, fear-paralysing books as well.
So tell me my one, are you choosing a greek tragedy for our story?
Can you really not see through me?
Is this is all truly an illusion?
Why can't I have you when I need you?
Why can you?
Will you really not remember me once I'm fully switched off and unplugged ?
YOU ARE READING
Made In You
Poetry" I love you but you're real" .This was inspired by Suho' "Made In You" song track
