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boring...
''Your longing, My eternity.
Your tears, my wounds.
Wisdom takes power while I take everything in my own pace.
The loss is taken, I can no longer receive the shots.
rain is produced near the wetted garments.
Darkness approaching me and I am blind.
dripping from the plastic over my head.
I stand in my loneliness.
I stand in my web of lies.
I am on the way to my meeting with him.
I know my fingers dead lace against metal.
I know the soil moist wood against my shoes.
I know the ice-cold feeling when I meet the metal to the ground.
I know the water is mixed with the scent of my blood.
I know how life was extinguished, and I silenced in.
In my last wish to fly there ...''
Your tears, my wounds.
Wisdom takes power while I take everything in my own pace.
The loss is taken, I can no longer receive the shots.
rain is produced near the wetted garments.
Darkness approaching me and I am blind.
dripping from the plastic over my head.
I stand in my loneliness.
I stand in my web of lies.
I am on the way to my meeting with him.
I know my fingers dead lace against metal.
I know the soil moist wood against my shoes.
I know the ice-cold feeling when I meet the metal to the ground.
I know the water is mixed with the scent of my blood.
I know how life was extinguished, and I silenced in.
In my last wish to fly there ...''
Annons