

Creator and his mirrorWith a sincere emotion he hit the paper causing ink flee. The black color on paper fell through infinite white. The black spot defined by things that words can`t define, a shape which is too hard to look at.Creator and his mirror
a mirror reflecting the image of creator. Tears couldn`t be hidden as the pain being too real.
Under the sun and between two layers, I lose focus on tomorrow, I lose reason to live.
Space forming before my eyes, changing its tone, moving withering to infinity. I lose focus on the meaning to live; I lose sight on the reason to believe
There is no tomorrow


VIIII surrender, I give up, I give in I am done, goodbye, i'm nothingVIII
sorry for being melodramatic
nothing I can say can make you see if I could turn back the years, oh what would I give Oh if I could be a happy man if I could find the will to live
it's just another unfulfilled dream just another wasted endeavor but so you know, and you need to It could have been forever
so would it matter anyway if I just walked away
I can't deny it anymore I can't find the point, the reason I can't hold on it's just an illusion
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May no marble bestow
The splendour of woe,
Which the children of Vanity rear;
No fiction of fame
Shall blazon my name,
All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear.
--Lord Byron
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May no marble bestow
The splendour of woe,
Which the children of Vanity rear;
No fiction of fame
Shall blazon my name,
All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear.
--Lord Byron
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