Mental Asphyxia - Post a comment

September 20th, 2007

08:03 pm - What have you done?
My voice's soul still floats somewhere there. And it's also my soul - as it is, pure and angelic, truly unspoiled by the gifts of life. Reborn again, as a child that cannot wake. A bit of lethargia, a bit of soothing pain. Caught by life into this cage I cannot release myself from. Somewhere I'd like to go? - Sleep. Eternal sleep, interminable time in the realm of Sleep. So very bound to my dreams and also tied up to the freezing reality. I'm so cold.
I would like to be a creature that is beyond this world, that is...cold...Oh, nevermind.
Am I dead enough to live?

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She was the way,
the wrong way,
She was the siren,
leading into purest hell,
She was the death.
Of Reality.

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