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Between the whispers at war with thoughts,

I'm lying too distraught to try to bear this weight

created by myself, by visions of the bliss,

which rammed their mephitic talons into my chest.

Tempted by words full of the emptiness,

but so luminous and promising.

I felt that sweet scent of yours,

my mirage dripping of lust.

I drowned in my good will

dripping of greed.

And quietly I regret all of this,

every sigh and every sunrise.

I fear to look towards the place

that I no longer dare to call home.

I'll turn the river back,

give life to a rotten tree,

turn sand into gold,

let me turn back time!

Give me back my joy,

give me back my days,

take away everything else!

I built the walls with my bare hands

in every single piece I put my heart, blood and sweat

and I will never forgive myself

that these walls have collapsed because of me.

I hate that sweet scent of yours,

my mirage dripping of lust.

I drowned in your sickness

dripping of  blood.

And quietly I regret all of this,

every sigh and every sunrise.

I fear to look towards the place

that I no longer dare to call home.

Let me turn back time!