it is concerning the occult voice that lives in each one of us...
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Hidden Voice
The voice that darkens you
is slender and calm
sometimes it frightens
sometimes it orders
doesn’t fit in the hand
doesn’t reach at the look
The voice that rules you
is mute and gloomy
sometimes it converges
sometimes delays
doesn’t know of everything
doesn’t let you to listen
It’s always in mind
doesn’t leave you a moment
so that you can breath
Tell me
what is hiding you behind the door
what forces you and you don’t mind
what the hell is that,you don’t want to reveal
The voice that forces you
is false and sick
sometimes it punishes
sometimes it’s warm
doesn’t feel or speak
doesn’t get to sing
The voice that signs you
it’s a hidden shadow
sometimes it’s calm
sometimes it’s abrupt
doesn’t fit in the hand
doesn’t reach at the look.
(Joao Kagado)
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