Oh sweet heart why do you keep talking to the walls?
Look up to the sky. The ceiling above your head is no more.
Let your dreams and all your nightmares rampage like a wild Storm.
Free the beast that resides in your core and let the fire burn your eyes.
There is nothing left to see in this wasteland called society.
Return buildings to bricks and bricks to dust.
Allow the wings on your back to be bones without flesh; without hope.
Between a second and another be yourself.
Between a second and another just be; just live; live... now.
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