Demented

This is my demented way to find you inside. I know your shape as if it was true. I know your lies as if they were yours. Too much time living with you in my throat, glad I have this knife to pull you out. Suddenly I don´t remember anymore. It´s so good to swim and catch butterflies. To feel it true, to see it end. Can´t hear your voice now, I´m not deaf, you´re just gone.