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Every night I hear a whisper
It is not too hard to decipher
And everytime I hear it, I suffer

My head is twirling
My hands are shaking

It is no horror
Yet here I am, trembling in terror

Then I look in the mirror— I see
The girl whispering behind me
"Slice your neck and be free from this rotten society."

Fresh summer, fresh winter soar in agony
My heart bears grief as a delight song
Out of day and night my plight spray
Trembling in the blood of an innocent being
The joy that flown at night
Came back as sadness at day light
Soaring and roaring like seven market days
Feasting as I tried to reclaim my lost steps
O world, o time o life
I was standing here before

Written by
Martin Ijir

Sometimes the pain is so intense
That people forget to smile
Sometimes you're so tired
You lose all the interest
Sometimes the wait is so long
Your words value doesn't matter
Sometimes your body doesn't
Carry the weight which normally carries

I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.

Loneliness is now upon his throat

I know it for sure
What ails him hasn't a cure
He's shrinking like a sinking boat.

On the perch a plumed pain
He's lost without a care
Tells the vacant stare
Dooming into a never regain.

Death is an easy height to scale
When life remains to grieve
Without any incentive
As love retires to a dark well.

He's fading in the lost glory
And I know it for sure
What's killing him has no cure

My budgie called Story.