The other End of the Line

You are a walking contradiction
You live life between truth and fiction
You hide from the living
And go after the dead.
Black are your shades
White are your gates
Colorful your dates.
Your appetite is unsated
Your mind alveated
Your life unrated –
You tell me:
"It’s all the same,
Memories can be replaced."
Is it fate, or a terrible mistake?
Your style more or less safe
Dancing shadows
Of highs and lows
To you
I am just another story
Lost in an echo.
A haunted heart
A bulldozed road
You are alone
You say you don't mind
But you have me 
On the other end of the line. 

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