And in the end, they were all the same.
Prying, spying
Into me
Cutting, deeper
((Pronicljivost))
* * *
<< Regardless that the stories were all the same, now see how there is not even the slightest variance in any piece. >>
Stories told never disappear. Reaching out.
Faster.
Still constant.
Spreading.
<< Listen to them. Hear how they openly deceive. Altering their words as if they appeal better to some in different ways. >>
Like the darkness overtaking the sun each night
Who is to say if the darkness,
Mysterious as it may be,