we are all victims.
victims of our bodys,
our souls
and our minds.
and it is our fault,
when we walk alone.
on my way to hell,
I had to fight against the hardest enemie i've ever had.
silence.
silence.
it all surrounds us and so is darkness.
the inner clock, which i was trying to ignore
is now ticking louder than ever.
i cannot ignore it anymore,
cause it is overwhelming my whole.
now, did i loose myself, by looking into the distance?
wondering 'bout the endless width.
so much that fits, when i listen.
it feels like me, sounds like you.
echoes so close to my thoughts.
never thought it would be easy, but this is not enough.
when there's one thing i know, it's that now is the time to start thinking.
a little light appears in front of my inner eye.
it takes me to a place where nothing is possible but everything is allowed.
start to scream but no sound.
but no sound.
the end is near.
the edge is near,
is near.
the end is near,
is near.

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