My words betrayed me today,
It seems, as of late,
They have found their own voice,
Their own wit,
Their own bitterness.
My words are consuming my whole being.
In those words,
I’ve finally found the voice,
Which is truly mine.
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Just to drift away and fade into an ever-sretching white light,
Away from doubts,
And into the bliss,
From the life I have started to despise.
There is a hidden strength among my shivering words,
Words that shy as they leave my stuttering lips.
A strength to wander and explore the unknown.
To drift into the ever-changing whiteness of the unknown,
The life altering confession,
Which I’m shying from making to my already aware heart,
Is a game of my pragmatic mind.
A mind, whose soul purpose is to guide me in this world of uncertainty.
Whom should I deny the benefit of doubt?
In a struggle for power,
They are in a continous tug of war.
This is my
It was the year of Great War, a year one might call an abyss in time. In those outlying shades of the world, a sudden bringing of ancient and modern came into absolute contact. There was born a child, in those bitter, mortal cold shores. A child who later became caring yet blind by his rage. A broken child of fragile and responsive organisation. Of discomfort, positive pain and ultimate injury. He was the child of legends, legends ever heard by rustic men.
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On this silent night, my whispers, they echo,
Splitting the chaos of solitude.
The chill of late November night,
Bolstered with confessions,
Rip apart the music of peace.
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My iron lady,
My metallic lady,
I’ll abandon my soul for you, my love.
I’ll scream, I’ll breathe the agony.
The sound of existence,
Of essence of life,
Airy spirits of harmony touch among the shadows.
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In stillness of time paused
In moment that we rejoiced
On the mountain of cold tears
We faded into each other.
In the moonless darkness of death
In the water of the soul that men breathe
Among the shades of evening that they seek
Before the moment of echo
Under the whispers of question
In the air of discord, the answers faded
In that moment we parted.
The old reason escaped.
Just the thought of crossing the question
And we merged again.
An amorphous flower
Within the infinite roots of
By broken water.
It reignites its existence.