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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 some greyish magenta,
me losing conscience from a good distance...
solaris is shinning,
and is desperately trying to pierce the pale wall of mist, his vision.
I exactly describe this weariness in which I am drowning,
yes... it is possibly the day that I've ever experienced.
yet don't seem so heavy anymore,
it more or less constant and relentless?
sorrow over me like rain usually does on soft skin...
cold as stone.
I'm by this sudden state of neutrality... of weightlessness.
I am trough an emptied heaven...
I sense that I am no longer alone in my journey,
around me they swirl silently, those aerial beings.
little angels of demise whispering to my hear, exquisite yet inaudible.
I understand a thing of what they're saying.
silence is the beauty 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 spreading trough my veins,
and toward my heart,
crystallizing my blood its passage...
luring me far from what I might have once called: home...
those little spirits are slowly killing me, purity.
I know now that they want me to die an death,
has much has else.
and frankly, I don't care anymore...