Tonight It Is Sunny in Hell

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This is the last time for everything, right?

Why does it feel like I'm dying or dead?

As fragile as peace is, it used to be here,

Like everything else - in my head.

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This is a weird curse to be loved for what you AREN'T but for what you are perceived as

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I'm - yet again - trying to put myself together using pieces that don't make sense.

In a language I have no reason to give a fuck about

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BAILE INoLVIDABLE always makes me want to cry

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What would it take for me to start writing again?.. It used to be all I had, now I don't even have that. I've never gained such freedom, from my own self too. There's no love, nor serenity, nor truth or fame.

Maybe I've already put my whole soul into words. It's ok not to read them, I know I used to be good. I don't know what's keeping me here on Earth and I never knew. I'll just watch what is left to slow burn. But sometimes it hurts.

I still pass by reality, I'll never learn at this point how to be normal enough, I can't answer why sometimes I try. I stopped crying, stopped hoping and I mostly enjoy being able to take this obsenity of a ride.

But it's all in my head anyway, you know how it is. Well, people who do have never heard of me. It is what it is. It is cynical but I don't know how to escape. So I nurture my ignorance of a bliss.

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What would it take for me to start writing again?.. It used to be all I had, now I don't even have that. I've never gained such freedom, from my own self too. There's no love, nor serenity, nor truth or fame.

Maybe I've already put my whole soul into words. It's ok not to read them, I know I used to be good. I don't know what's keeping me here on Earth and I never knew. I'll just watch what is left to slow burn. But sometimes it hurts.

I still pass by reality, I'll never learn at this point how to be normal enough, I can't answer why sometimes I try. I stopped crying, stopped hoping and I mostly enjoy being able to take this obsenity of a ride.

But it's all in my head anyway, you know how it is. Well, people who do have never heard of me. It is what it is. It is cynical but I don't know how to escape. So I nurture my ignorance of a bliss.

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Moon Rising

Every now and ever so often

I stop writing as if I knew

how to live in reality,

you know… like people do.

The truth is for better or worse

I haven’t been able to learn the trick.

It’d be funny if it didn’t happen to be

so schizophrenically neat.

The moon’s rising over the gloomy trees.

One step away from falling

I keep balancing in between the dreams

and the lusting for loving…

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“Moon’s rising over the top of gloomy trees. One step away from falling foggy blue night is. With whispering breeze silence is coming slowly. I keep pretending to keep breathing one step away from flying. I didn’t know life would seem easy when looked at through lens of dying. Cobwebs of shadows tremble gently one step away from darkness. Silence is desperate to drive attention to starry night’s sparkles. I’m disappearing in this night one step away from being happy to breathe in breathtaking twilight, breathe out delirious dreaming.”

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One Step Away

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I used to write so much, where did it all go?

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