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.