I feel sick like the life has defeated me
once again.
In light the darkness gains terrain,
in my mind an inexistent world
goes on by inertia.
I can’t realise which one is my dream
and which one is the life I’m living.
All is spinning around me, forever in
eternal movement, falling down to the
ground just as ancient times.
Dazzling flashes move faster,
behind these windows, beneath this
moon reflection.
Here I am tortured, cutting myself into pieces,
letting the shadows smash my will.
Oh what an intense fate awaits for me that shakes the totality of this night hope and all possibilities.
Believe in fire crackling, expect souls join the
nocturnal spirits to be liberated of your
damaged hands.
Like the rain, it will wash your sorrows, they will surrender to the base of the holy mountain only to stand up right at the top with my eyes,
looking clouds changing into savages beings.
Returning me faith, bringing me peace , maybe I could possibly breathe one more lifetime.
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