fifth circle
a burning graveyard
with 10 vultures standing
in the midst of the overshadowing
of the darkest day
I see my name
written on every wall
each turn
I try
to stay strong
my legs
running on low
I can't, my head
I don't want to feel this feeling anymore
well fuck if i can't, you said I could be but
can't I be both or more, something else
a different person
maybe I'll migrate away from the promised land
because I can't keep mine if this goes on any longer
gurgling the songs I used to know into blackness of the styx
we become one, and nothing
a compliment in itself when everything breaks into tiny bits
I will drown
I will give up
I will...
in the hope to be reborn again into something without the void in it's heart
arnoldeasy, man, 34 jaar
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