Cuasidelictual

Without doing more than a movement
Today I crash against the back wall.
Going through it, I would fulfill the dream,
That playwrights dream.

You wanted to murder the one who would laugh forever,
I'm not saying it's wrong, I just ask for discretion,
In the execution of what #*#
I qualify as quasi-criminal.

With clarity, I bring back memories of sedatives and nurses,
I can't pinpoint, not with certainty,
If it was this side of the mirror or the back.

You wanted to murder the one who would laugh forever,
I'm not saying it's wrong, I just ask for discretion,
In the execution of what #*#
I qualify as quasi-criminal...
You wanted to idealize the one who will laugh forever,
I'm not saying it's wrong, I just ask for discretion,
And if it's wrong, we'll know how to refute later,
I follow you, even in the quasi-criminal.
End...
This search ends now,
And I don't know which side I was on.
This search ends now,
And I don't know if I'll be able to continue.