The child cried, tranquility, where are you?
I’m yearning for more
There is no chaos, only order
but then, where is your door?
The door to the eternity
Where there’s neither right or wrong,
the place in which only the nothingness
hums its content song
The door to the emptiness, which people so greatly fear
Just because the emptiness is neither a place
Nor anywhere near here
The door that people hid inside the labyrinth of constant horror
Sooner or later, they all will find it
or it finds them,
Leaving behind
Burning traces of sorrow
Their minds fear it
keeps their body awake
But the labyrinth of constant horror
is just a labyrinth
And the door is just another door
So sleep, or lie awake
until you can’t
Anymore
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 5:14 AM UTC
The child cried, tranquility, where are you?
I’m yearning for more
There is no chaos, only order
but then, where is your door?
The door to the eternity
Where there’s neither right or wrong,
the place in which only the nothingness
hums its content song
The door to the emptiness, which people so greatly fear
Just because the emptiness is neither a place
Nor anywhere near here
The door that people hid inside the labyrinth of constant horror
Sooner or later, they all will find it
or it finds them,
Leaving behind
Burning traces of sorrow
Their minds fear it
keeps their body awake
But the labyrinth of constant horror
is just a labyrinth
And the door is just another door
So sleep, or lie awake
until you can’t
Anymore
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