(Stop, stop sedating, stop sedating my freedom,
it wasn’t meant for your schizophrenia
of a love, demented and tormented, stop sedating.
The face of my future suffocates in your palms, a
lake of hallucinations and a tunnel with
no beginnings nor ends, a sphere of perfect lies, lies.
Surveillance accuses paranoia for all wrongdoings,
it wasn’t my insecure confessions, I swear,
I do not belong in your glass castle, monitored, caged.
Your wickedness is painted on my unconditional love,
lake of shrewd exceptions, conditions said
on innocent horizons, respect burnt with insipid smiles.)
Vapid games checked my mate good-bye, disturbance
is flying above the clouds, under the influence of love.