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I need the painkiller, to kill myself..to rest...

I'm pest...like the tintless wings of a painfull pain

watch the nightfall tears,

I'm the last corner of solitude

such a grave, so cold

where the wishes in grief will be shed

when the mourner moments walk to silence

and dying floweres smile in gloomy sadness,

how could shade sorrow by calmness?

withheld beauty!

all these kisses will be your salve

for the wounds and your shoulders...

I wish we were far away from all this sorrow

in the world that pain had no place, had no meaning,

even in our dreams

I still remember the wailing of trees

thier wailing, to live beside the sinister humanity...