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oleg Mar 2016
do you hear the whisper of the sirens
which echoes in the distance?
black like a raven's wing
an empty forest stands.
the echo of the world spreads inside of it
like a corpse's breath.
there is no tomorrow
the only thing left is the empty yesterday.
a thick fog rises
carrying dark thoughts.
there is no escape
only the dull every day life.
take a look at your hands
fate will tell you nothing.
third eyes
made out of jade
cuts deep into the soul
leaving an emptiness so vast
that the unimaginable depths of the ocean
seem shallow.
love is relative.
at the end of the empty hallway
loneliness awaits you.
this sounds better in serbian but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
oleg Mar 2016
if this is how it's supposed to be        
then i have no regrets                    
i live my life the only way i know        
collecting tears, blood and sorrow        
into a glass jar                          
my wings are small but grow every day                                        
the more i die inside the bigger          
my wings spread                            
i am ready                                
i am not afraid                          
i am an angel i am a monster              
forever i will live                        
before my eyes
you will all die
translated from serbian.

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