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The extreme shortness of a fence around me, limitating the big lakes of a strange mind, alway thinking of what had been and what will be, as it gathers illusions and fantasies of a so vague and spiritless existences, so cold and dark, like the ancient times, like the uncertain present. |
| [00:34.271] |
Like the dreams that sometimes leaded my life… an life, to be and strange into a consciousness always unknown, unceasing fog which covers my eyes, Alway asking me the reasons and never answering the lights that I search, and I've lost; only and gloomy an tenuous reflection of a so deformed figure guides me in this so desolated path, repulsion towards my essence, the hopes were getting cracked, the screams grew as I drunk my tears at a forest so lonely like the very universe, although the stars never are alone. |
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I was the only one in the hill, and the stars attended me and followed my pain; pain, tears, sorrow, bitterness and solitude, my only companions, those which were my wings now are just ashes, they were burned by them, I've never been so lonely, I've never met the true support from a spirit so strong like mine, so strong that now is just foam, my disgrace is eternal, and the whispers of happiness disappear, when my heartwill stop to cry and scream? perhaps the very sun ceases its shininess and when I can hear the total quiet silence. |
| [01:17.620] |
I abhor my disgusting stench that my body emanates, a body that never was and was just a hallucination into the dream of somebody else; everyone must suffer, the mockeries were enough and the damages irreparable; I've lost even my own love, love that never existed, falsehood and hypocrisy were the realities that brought me these winds, to these hills and to these so lugubrious towers, so tall, uncertain, like my own destiny; why can't my soul journey? |
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Only visions I can feel and only the animal I can talk with, they are so grotesque, so disgusting, so evil, so human and so dead…with that flower, my ideas started to extended, they were budding like bubbles on a river of fire, but my flower became into a gelid structure full of treason, it was a magnificent fantasy, as immense was the disappointment. |
| [02:13.085] |
I suffocate when I recall my tragedies and awoke my old songs of colourful harmonies as well as flabbles, fragile was my will and serene will be my funeral, but I haven't passed away and carrion of those that I hate will be my food, wraiths of odd morbidities will eat with me, meanwhile, voices of an evoked doom ask for release from their infinite dream, I always ought to feel the utter dark, I flow like a ghost in an abyss of desperation, my concealest feelings appear while I get my place, so remoted place, while I look at the shadows of the past, I think I could escape from the extreme shortness of a fence around me. |
