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I see clouds in the sky, made of rope, knotted Stark... No light through this boundless horizon, only glowing Dark... Reached the point with no more milestones to Postpone... In the end, I'll be the forgotten bones under dusty Tombstone... I carry the knapsack of my empty actions thru this way of Perdition... As I look Behind All in my Sight is My failed Ambition... Footprints tells wrong steps, breaks and failures I made... There won't be another chance, and no catharsis can make Change... soundless Screams through day, void susurrations in the Dark... and this Grotesque expression is my last standing Mark... each wrinkles on my face tells a story of Pain... I'm still standing here and slowly going to Fade... The everlasting taste of dirt, from hitting the ground... In this cataclysm of Misery I will be Drowned... Complicated with contradictions, cant be fit into any Ism... Let my soul through crystal, outcome will be reverse working Prism... Traveled in this labyrinthine road and every moment I have Waste... Farewell to You Ephemera World, I farewell with Distaste... Soon or late I will be forgotten, there's no further pass in this Impasse... and when they recall memories of me, with only a Sigh, they'll Pass...
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
Farewell ephemera World...
I see clouds in the sky, made of rope, knotted Stark... No light through this boundless horizon, only glowing Dark... Reached the point with no more milestones to Postpone... In the end, I'll be the forgotten bones under dusty Tombstone... I carry the knapsack of my empty actions thru this way of Perdition... As I look Behind All in my Sight is My failed Ambition... Footprints tells wrong steps, breaks and failures I made... There won't be another chance, and no catharsis can make Change... soundless Screams through day, void susurrations in the Dark... and this Grotesque expression is my last standing Mark... each wrinkles on my face tells a story of Pain... I'm still standing here and slowly going to Fade... The everlasting taste of dirt, from hitting the ground... In this cataclysm of Misery I will be Drowned... Complicated with contradictions, cant be fit into any Ism... Let my soul through crystal, outcome will be reverse working Prism... Traveled in this labyrinthine road and every moment I have Waste... Farewell to You Ephemera World, I farewell with Distaste... Soon or late I will be forgotten, there's no further pass in this Impasse... and when they recall memories of me, with only a Sigh, they'll Pass...
Oh dear great god, in multiple scales... Tell me that you can hear if you haven't rented your place... Help me to put an end, Grappling this Trauma... or you might be busy overcoming your own drama...
reza-sedghi
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31/M/Iran
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:27 AM UTC
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