Darkness is roming around the gujarat
White clouds disappering from guarat
Ground is becoming red
Sky is crying for help
But everyone else is becoming blind
Human's are becoming animals
Animals becomes humans.

Darkness is roming around the gujarat
White clouds disappering from guarat
Ground is becoming red
Sky is crying for help
But everyone else is becoming blind
Human's are becoming animals
Animals becomes humans.

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Gentle sounds that jar as fog rolls in—
Blue Jays knock and forage in the leaves,
Days turn to nights in a cold winter rushing,
Atop a hill overlooking my disappering village,
Darkness is expected as always unwelcomed,
My guest that will not— not come— as I wait,
To hear the lone emptiness of a fog horn blow
From out there, incoming, pray old harbour
Bay. Is it an omen of souls landing or lost?

Gentle sounds that jar as fog rolls in—
Blue Jays knock and forage in the leaves,
Days turn to nights in a cold winter rushing,
Atop a hill overlooking my disappering village,
Darkness is expected as always unwelcomed,
My guest that will not— not come— as I wait,
To hear the lone emptiness of a fog horn blow
From out there, incoming, pray old harbour
Bay. Is it an omen of souls landing or lost?

The burning feeling in my stomach calms me.

I don't even mind.

You have been my friend for years.

Feeling myself starving makes me feel alive.

The crawling under my skin. Too familliar.

I'm in control of my destiny, or am I?

My body is disappering and I don't care.

Do I live or die? It's up to me.

My old friend. I haven't seen you in awhile.

All the years we've spent together, makes me feel close to you once again.

Do we go down together this time?

I don't care as long as you're with me.

You're the only one who never leaves.

With you by my side I'd do anything.

Even destroying myself in the process.

Voiceless rain, observer of the crazy world out there, circles and circles, rises and sinks but without disappering. This is life, maybe, always going on, not knowing in which place, but some place exists.

The night is not being comfroting
Fog swirls and dances around the lake
The moon and stars are the only light
They all watch quietly
A pale glow emerges
Hidden in the fog
I stand frozen
The mysterious light stands there
It's glow like an eye staring
It doesn't move
It doesn't speak
What is it?
Is it a boat's lamp
Is it a stary flashlight?
Is it a wandering spirit?
Slowly the light fades away
Disappering into the fog
And it's idenity unknown

Your fingers slowly traversed the black and white keys
Gently yet firmly pressing them til you slowly drift away from reality
Til the music and you are in harmony

In chaos but at the same time in harmony
Diverse but at the same time has melody
This music strongly laced with your emotions
This orchestra of feelings bleeding with your passion

I feel at home yet lost in this music i can't seem to explain
Like my sanity has gone astray yet it's still same
I feel like drowning in this anthem of your soul
Entranced not only by what I hear but by the symphony of you as a whole

But now, it feels like the end is nearing
This world you made is slowly collapsing
With out a trace, it's now disappering
Yet why am i still attatched to this feeling

Now, one by one, note by note, key by key
Your fingers gently brush againts the black and white keys
Producing a tragic yet beautiful melody
Then finally comming to a halt to end this ephiphany