She...

An old tingling sensation suffocates me from deep..
It reaches out beyond times, through the memories of past,
Through images of today, through the scent I imagine...

My eyes lower with a shroud of thoughts..
Sleep is now so far away, as my body surrenders to an old acquaintance..

You know that I will no longer breath, and tears will flow
Until I run dry from my eternal fasting...
Until I can no longer stand the pain..

That will be the day I will scream in vain with the last particles of air in my lungs...

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Mystical sounds prevail the truth in our embodiment of facts
The shadows of a long gone impact now haunting our dreams
Our darkest parts of existence slowly scratched on the surface
Digging deep as we wander around relentlessly...

No one will ever understand our pain.. Even we are clueless..
Now that there is no chance for a possible antidote, we salute the living..
No encores, merely some pain, but leaving the stage..
For no particular reason we can explain.. Just leaving..
Because the sounds call from deep within...

Our lives, a pragmatic dissonance in the labeled craving for eternity
Chunks of hysteria spread through the system like a disease..
We are bound to die, reasons do vary, but we are bound to end
And we can't question the reasons no matter how stupid they might sound...

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she is the flower that sings its lullaby in my darkness
she is the scent that blinds my vision of the future
she is the unexpected dream of beauty

...she...

...is my end...

... I surrender to the passion of the past...