Mental Disaster

Chasing me
instinct of murder
Chasing me
power of hunting
Chasing me
There is no one
there is nothing

My hands are clean
but dirty
contradiction is between
my soul awaits in here
I see you far away
Hiding
I am sorry dear
but I am still here
watching

I am but not alone
you know I know
the mirror is now on the floor
I just want to see you
my lord

Ana Lía Casvar