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