• 12 août - A waltz for death

     

    Living feels like I'm playing a waltz for death.

    Everything looks a million times better when it's not mine
    Time goes on so slowly, and I'm trapped between in the web of time.
    I see it coming to devour me, with each second that goes by.
    My tears are dry, my mind is foggy, my fingers are distracted.
    I try to kill the time before it kills me, ignoring that my time will soon come.


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