picturesfrommystrangeafterworld:
Missing what is resting so far
I live in a forgotten place
on hills of flying images
from a time when I could feel
the fresh air brushing my soul.
It lies right in front of me,
but I cannot perceive its shape
it smells like long dead roses
and if I only could taste it
I know it would slowly kill me.
A crusade into nothingness
means more than a brief life
to those who seek an escape
from a realm of cruel cravings
into the back entrance to peace.
Tears, laughter, anger and more
those are my oldest friends
together we care for nothing
for Nothing cannot touch me
while I linger here, in my limbo.
Do not try to stop me,
do not dare to change me,
I am a prisoner to my own nature
and though I fight for freedom
I refuse to be saved.
Lost I am to the dark
as lost as a cold breath
in the blackest night.
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