Une coulisse faite de pluie symptomatique. Transpiration d'un exces d'amour pathetique. Ternes couleurs d'un arc-en-ciel achromatique. Et hier pourtant, meme les tenebres semblaient magiques.
Subtle vibrations invading your mind. Counterprojections distorting the scenes. Waves of coercion forbid you to climb. Holding the presence of doubt in your dreams.
Yesterday has been understood. But its past hasn't been figured. You would be surprised if you could. For sure, today would be clearer. . No one is leaving beyond time.
In that transparent darkness there comes a frightened sound. Shining that thankfulness upon me.... I tried to pass it but its gleaming eye stops me. The scent of sadness that frightens me.
It's very disgraceful but it's so rightful.... Time is accidental to me. Being hit by my breathing in reality. The fact to keep breathing is a mystery..
Time's lonely space. A place coexisting with darkness is where your other life begins. Behind your smile is a dark shadow. Now with the two words of death.
Memory's sad accident swallows me entire body. Even if I disappear after it chews me up. Like that I'll drink sadness' depression.. With eyes of tremendous sorrow.
Confused dawn. The white smoke that breaks me. To me, it's definitely dawn. But the sun is setting. I smelt the scent of despair once again.. My soul captured by darkness.
The tear that speaks of an earnest desire. Rip and insert into my body. Even if to flash before the eyes. You won't be able to see me. I am able o sense it in the dark intercepted space.
I sense the mistaken calmness. Pushed into wretchedness. Something surged up to the bottom. When it approached me and bit me. I couldn't breathe. The me that didn't understand what it was.
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Dark night our time For hell we chant. All souls condemned Exiled from heaven. Sacrifice your dead messiah calls. Evil God your rancid lord falls. Virgin whore I plant the evil seed.