back then, when I was touching you
in one single moment, I saw your soul naked
before that, I tried gently to peel off layer by layer, one at a time
layer of lies, layer of truths, layer of pains, layer of egos and alter-egos
layers of the very you
eventually I could get through inside, and it was a terrifying view
so deep, so abysmal, so painful, so infinite, so dark
well, perhaps that's love - right there at the bottom,
which cannot be reached by any ordinary means
I could just see and feel it for a tiny little moment
less than a second at the bottom of the truth
despite the pain it brings,
there's a room for compassion and a need to comfort you
as your suffering is fully understood
a hug for your naked soul, so fragile and unreachable
hidden under a facade of massive loss and consequent unspeakable pain
but I'm afraid
I'm scared like a little kid lost in a maze
I'm scared to see you real
I'm scared to see me real
therefore, I'm running away as far as I can get and further on
to the land of Oblivion
