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

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