rising moon belies the truth
tonight i release the stars
my hands full of deep scars
could not hold them forever
you know i just can imagine
a world that i wouldn’t be in
that is the other side of me
cruel, senseless, unhuman
‘memories of the crying clouds
visualize the decayed pleasures
as they flew away from my mind
i was drowning in my own feelings
if only we would be in the scene
of your handmade infinity...
you were telling your dream
i was dreaming my departure’tonight the feelings get in shape
of a mystic desolation…can be?
suicide of the moments reflect
the alteration of my life…can’t be?
as long as you believe...
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