without the slightest leak of light
blinding intrusion
you feel the abyss quaking from inside out
you tremble
the shadow is shaken to vanishment
like dust
like the slightest particles from nowhere
all but vanity
dead silence
in which you feel being most alive
cause tis the only occasion you are yourself
that you possess your soul
tis the moment of the night you can disregard the world
the people in this world
the images
the animation
the motion
the pretentions
and this is life
but it doesnt seem like life
cause it happens too rare
split sec and you are forced to open up
slits cut bloodily forced open
it doesnt bleed but you feel the pain
throbbing
heart beats far too fast you feel like overreacting
people overreact
you sweat
you thought you even peed
leakage of pungency
of irritancy
and self honesty
your self is sliced
shattered visage lies
half sunken
sneer of cold command
do you live?
do you dare to travel alone on this antique land?
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