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There’s a cliff
You’re standing on it
Saw that image many times in my head
It was always sundown
And salt was in the air

Tried to take your hand
You let me briefly
I squeezed it gently, smiled at you
You gave me a glance
There was nothing in it
And you let go off my hand.

Edge being so so close, I slipped
Tried to grab your hand
But you weren’t seeing me
There was a new hand in yours
And you pushed me away.

Falling down, I didn’t fight
Knew it was over
And the dark wasteness waiting below
Took a deep breath, blinked
And salt was in the air
Alvian Eleven Dec 2024
There was once a heaven on earth.
A shining heaven filled with...

prosperity , welfare , happiness , peacefullness , calmness , enjoyment , excitement , pleasure , richness , easiness , chance , satisfaction , healthiness , sanity , beauty , freedom , wholeness , cheerfulness , warmth , togetherness , comfort , safety , colour , meaning , eligibility , cleanliness , enthusiasm , regularity , serenity , well being , and all the other good things.

People in heaven felt fully alive.
But then the horde of greedy and hypocritical demons came.
planning to stole , destroy and take over heaven.
With misleading tricks and ***** methods.

The people in heaven fought back.
But instead they were blamed.
They became victims and had no power to defend heaven.
Until finally they lost heaven.

What remains is hell.
A dark rotten hell filled with...

chaos , fear , destruction , danger , bitterness , painfullness , hassle , despair , difficulty , fatigue , tiredness , sadness , grief , fragility , shackles , limitation , poverty , wasteness , loss , anger , disappointment , misery , powerlessness , helplessness , hunger , thirst , anxiety , panic , ineligibility , humiliation , madness , sickness , agony , sorrow , oppression , and all the other bad things.

People in hell are still alive but don't feel alive.
They are dying slowly while waiting for a miracle that never comes.
But maybe there is still some strength left.
The last remaining strength for the decisive struggle.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven
In the beginning I was alone and lonesome
I was everything that had ever been
Time was not
There was no space within me
There was no you
There was no me
No near nor far
Until I broke a part
A part of me
A part that would be you not me
No longer only one but two
As I could see you out of me
As I felt our polarity
And then
You broke away from me
I lost you
As our wasteness of distance appeared
Since then I was forever searching
To break apart with every touch
From time and time again
When our stars came near
I would find myself a whole
In what ever time as time was measured
I would find myself alone and lonesome once again

— The End —