The struggle

Wind me clockwise but be careful, do not test the tension of this spring..
I am that spring operated bunny.

The double image I see, there stays two living spirits in me.
One wears a crown, one grows two horns.
They struggle to be me.
It’s a bipolar reaction when you lost your identity.

The heart sinks, my limbs go weak.
I feel like doing nothing.
Let them fight to be me.

The wheels on my feet are bounded by some pins
I drag my steps with efforts which never seems to end
There I am, swimming in a pool of mercury, sinking yet struggle to breath

The sun will melt me, the rain will then send me to the sea.
I will float and go where the tide and wave will bring me.
And all will be gone with the wind.

Come and claim me, come claim me.

Feel my breath next to that cold starring night
Where all comes to a total pitch darkness
And its just you and me you see
And dont you wish you can have all of me, when indeed you have only me.

Tell me which is real?
The one wore crown or the one grew horns?
I am no longer what I used to be, but what you wish I will be



(created by Miu)