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shadows are freed to hover... the wintry landscape,
apart from mated-masters,
they serene has they dance childishly.
has for my soul... it is floating over greyish magenta,
me losing conscience from a good distance...
solaris is 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 the darkest day that I've ever experienced.
yet misery don't seem so anymore,
it seems more or less and relentless?
sorrow slips over me like rain does on soft skin...
cold as stone.
I'm overwhelmed by this sudden of neutrality... of weightlessness.
I am trough an emptied heaven...
I sense I am no longer alone in my foreign journey,
around me they swirl silently, those little beings.
little angels of demise whispering music to my hear, 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.
blindly I follow, for I am simply drugged by livid smile.
I stop... not now, so close...
(to the unknown) is gradually spreading trough my veins,
and toward my heart,
crystallizing my after its passage...
luring me far away what I might have once called: home...
those little spirits are killing me, with purity.
I know now that they me to die an horrible death,
has has anyone else.
and frankly, I really care anymore...