Longing for the nothingness, silent illusions
Too exhausted to die
Close to the truth but far from reality
Anguish pines all our hopes
It goes beyond a beautiful sight
It shows endless impossibilities
Meaningless is a renewed time
It is an endless excess of pain and rapture
Grief is a spark of life... life and death are the same
Cry out and feel how I hate you to make it sense
And when I am demising life in a dying end fear does not bewilder me
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