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Article posted over a year ago
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In fear of what you'll see,
this mirror is a painting
colored with memories
of your dying life.
In death and pain,
you see it clear,
thou these memories
are suppressed by
the blaze of unseen days.
Days that crave for smile,
but buried by the darkness
of your own.
Your dying life is still here,
impersonal and black,
this clock shows no time
for you, for your time has
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Article posted over a year ago
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In this night
composed of beads sprinkled
of the memories and remembrance of
the days that sill live in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I search for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past has been stopped
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Article posted over a year ago
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In this night
composed of beads
sprinkled of the memories
and remembrance of
the days that sill live
in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I search for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past
has been stopped by
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Article posted over a year ago
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In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.
Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.
His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
Bitter and sad
This man lives with demons
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Article posted over a year ago
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In toss of my thoughts
are memories that still breathe.
Can you feel my sorrow?
Scourge this body
sodden by sweat
and never been washed away.
Can you imagine the pain?
Trapped and tied for this place,
that's your fate,
you will never run away.
Can I just fade away?
You have fought before.
Will you keep fighting now?
This dawn is always the same,
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