Hypothermia - Durthang:Silence


Wail, deep inside, the crie of a bitter flame.
Means of persisting, fueled by hate, but buried by beeing
Existence took its toll. Suffocation in grey structures, a spoiled world.
Cosmos returning to chaos.
Life returning to square nothing
Cold, Empty mirage.. undo me, silence my screaming mind.
Wounds in this creation, liberation through self destruction..
blood falling on the ground to mark my grave
Consuming it all in one last defying breath
And then there was silence...

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