[Audrey Sylvain]
I advance coldly,
Eyes behind my head held high,
Giving time,
Anesthetize my sorrows.
Landscapes without flavor,
White and cold sun,
It only takes a little,
To crush my joys.
I advance painfully towards distant horizons,
The heart indifferent, heavy, eaten away by grief.
Trauma! Torpor! Disgust! Will hasten my fall!
Sadness! Pain! Everywhere! You will haunt my days!
[Tim Yatras]
Oh - it is me
and I cry
For what I could be.
Shall I kill myself?
Leave no trace...
Life is killing me
Get me out!
Oh - it was me
and I cried
For what I should have been .

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