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shadows are finally freed to hover... the landscape,
apart their mated-masters,
seem serene has they dance childishly.
has for my soul... it is floating some greyish magenta,
watching me losing conscience from a distance...
solaris is shinning,
and is desperately trying to pierce the wall of mist, blurring his vision.
I cannot exactly describe weariness in which I am drowning,
yes... it is the darkest day that I've ever experienced.
yet misery don't seem so anymore,
it seems more or less and relentless?
sorrow over me like rain usually does on soft skin...
as marble stone.
I'm by this sudden state of neutrality... of weightlessness.
I am lost an emptied heaven...
I sense that I am no longer alone in my journey,
around me swirl silently, those little aerial beings.
little angels of demise whispering to my hear, exquisite yet inaudible.
I cannot understand a thing of they're saying.
is the beauty that I behold, profound has an eternal slumber,
holding the of dreams.
blindly I follow, for I am drugged by their livid smile.
I stop... not now, so close...
(to the unknown) frost is gradually spreading my veins,
and toward my heart,
crystallizing my after its passage...
luring me far away from what I have once called: home...
those little spirits are killing me, with purity.
I know now they want me to die an horrible death,
has much has else.
and frankly, I don't care anymore...