Luyện nghe bài hát Failure In The Process Of Identifying A Dream

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