...there is an idea of a Luis Flores, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.
I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul
As if I'm playing a part in a story, which is not known to me
I have many bad memories
Be warned
From dark waters I rise
My once trembling shell conceals a God
Power surging through the void I soar
Intoxicating visions whispering more
In my radiance every color
Seems to fade
I've learned to cry and crawl away
But at the closing of our circle you will pay
I see the hope vanish in your eyes
I feel the ecstasy in me arise
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