once we get
inside
you judge me
you ask me to bury
my crises -
- useless
and all my questions -
- wrong.

I keep it so well hidden
the false key
and I wait still
inside
in an ambiguous prison
that keeps reminding me
it's not enough
that I knock inside your eyes
and that I cry
please wake up, love,
wake up,
I want to run away.