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shadows are freed to hover... the wintry landscape,
from their mated-masters,
they serene has they dance childishly.
has for my soul... it is over some greyish magenta,
watching me conscience from a good distance...
solaris is shinning,
and is desperately trying to pierce the wall of mist, blurring his vision.
I cannot exactly describe this weariness in I am drowning,
yes... it is possibly the darkest day that I've experienced.
yet misery don't so heavy anymore,
it seems more or constant and relentless?
sorrow slips over me like usually does on soft skin...
as marble stone.
I'm overwhelmed by this sudden 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 music to my hear, yet inaudible.
I cannot understand a thing of they're saying.
silence is the that I behold, profound has an eternal slumber,
the strangest of dreams.
blindly I follow, for I am drugged by their livid smile.
I stop... not now, so close...
(to the unknown) is gradually spreading trough my veins,
and my darkened heart,
crystallizing my after its passage...
luring me far away from what I might have called: home...
little 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 really care anymore...