Disguised

I can hear your footsteps
right in the corridors of my head,
disguised in a dream,
riding naked on the waves of my thoughts.

I can hear your hum,
hitting harmonically on my dormant drums,
resonating in a song,
lost in a dorian and searching for a lydian.

I can feel your menacing ire
voyaging through my veins
in search of happiness,
succumbed by the gravity of actions.

I can see your soul surf away,
disguised in life,
pirouetting on the ebbs of tides
searching for the right shores of death.

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