Cancelling life, feel mortified,
The end of struggle near.
Blackness is law, hard to confide,
No exit opened here.
When I go out, out of my mind,
I meet the streets of mourn.
Fearless heart, call of the wild,
It seems to be my turn.
How to find the star in the clouds?
Too many crossroads and roundabouts...
Whispers to the Moon
Begging for the light.
Whispers to the Moon
Laying down my pride.
Far in time or soon
To hear another tune.
Far in time or soon
To welcome something new.
Camera runs, picturing tread
Of man that falling deep.
Ready to kiss, bullet roulette,
Abyssal monsters' grip.
Losing the self, standing on knees,
Soil frozen to the core.
Twofold betrayed, lady's caprice,
No solace when it's sore.
Counting hours left on the clock,
Minutes steal now eyes of the hawk...
Whispers
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