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Sometimes I recall the Dreams You’ve faded. They look pale and unhealthy. But that’s not the case. Soon they’ll be far away. Or even maybe will not be at all.
Still Shadows touch Your shoulder. They caress Your Fears, prove Your Weakness and decorate Your Solitude with Wraths. You are one of them… dancing and laughing by the Moonlight.
“Far-far away” is not here. And the Stars will witness my Crucifixion.
Painting Your blue Happiness with my Blood I’m still not satisfied. Something’s wrong. Something’s god-damn wrong and I can’t realize what’s it.
These enormous lamenting lullabies bring Calmness to my unholy Soul.
I’m starving of Death and Slaughter.
Sweet little blue Butterflies… They soar above the crumbs of Your smashed Sanity…
You are not alone. She is there to take care of You. Don’t be fake. Don’t let Her down.
Her Tears are sweeter than mine, and She’s weeping them on the Vanity of Your blackened Heart.
Try to concentrate on Silence. Embrace the Darkness and hold it tight until saturation.
My Angel is dead.
Once He was desecrated. He’s been fed with Sins and Lies and was drawn in Mire of Filth. His Innocence was drained to Death.
And You drained my Soul as well.
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“D’you still remember?..”
No, He doesn’t. Somewhere He’s drying out another pair of Eyes. He still can’t understand that His Home is not far, it’s just here, by me…
But now I don’t care. I’m sick and tired of you all. I’m sick of Life.
I need someone to reboot my Self.
Hey, passenger, could you help me, please?!.
No one cares about me. And I’m hanging…
© C.S.
(Black Snakey CactuSoul)
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