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So cold...

The night comes in

Those dark lights shadows

For always…. that paths….

I flew through the sky

In clouds starving death

Darkness was my friend

Feelings away, own will

Now I feel warm

But I don't even care

Only one light

I can really stand

Sometimes I look back

Luminous feelings

Returning to me

Impossible to get

For those who tried before,

And who left the fear

Grabbing all from the front

Leading a unique way

Maybe I must wait

New pieces to collect

Unless the deepest desires

Would write my stone

Now it’s now,

And never will be again,

Then I will complete it,

This cult of suicide.