Ficcion (en inglés)

Ficcion
Why my thoughts fail?,
while impregnated your smell,
that seizes me
In pretend play.
Why drag me into this abyss?
The precipice is within you,
that creeps into my
unable to see your mind ...

If you take me today,
I will not know what is best,
and will not see if you lie. Noooo ...
Why if they do not feel cold? ...
Why are no penalties?
Why did I let myself fall into this senseless game?!
A dose of that voice,
and return to the lawlessness,
the body is anesthetized,
a dose of heat and my mind was set on fire,
again another story of fiction!
If you take me today,
I will not know what is best
and will not see if you lie. Nooo ....