constantly falling
i find myself torn
wandering the empty lands
flying the breathless sky

i wished to say goodbye

no longer can i hold myself
tomorrow fades with flame
my memories blur with a haze
my sorrow glimmers with solitude

i wished for life but was granted less

i am inver†ed

"dying is easy...
living is what's hard."

captor to my soul
i find it strange to lose control
i can see
i can feel
i do

I morti non sono piu soli.

The dead are no longer lonely.

as i stepped into the room late that night my eyes fluttered
weak my body was as the setting sun's illumination
i found comfort in anguish
reasoning and the logic of my inevitability
not a breath left to say not a breath left to scream

my words are unheard

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Am I still unqualified for your taste?
Arguments that still tease with my sworn disdain.

It's my own fault; weeping scorn
Still it hit's me; lying contempt
The important things; fade from memory
night time instills

painfully...
The memories race through by twilight
dreadfully...
Repeating the rotten times strikingly
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