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A painful walk

Survived from the abyss

Scarred body, half-soul

Eyes that witnessed madness

The absolute nothingness

The whirling freedom, the heart-jail

These eyes no longer can observe

But they can suffer and scream in silence…

I have stopped by an Oak tree

To tremble in horror and disgust

The abyss scorns my sanctuary

Every tear a dagger

Through arteries, through senses

In an attempt to continue

Gather the gnawed remains of sanity

I am reminded of the Void

Hypnotic tones poison me

Far away perhaps…

Or behind me

This is freedom, this is a chance

To enter the light and be the master of myself

The fortress of the Void from where I escaped

Now fades into a mere memory

I reach…

A mirror appears from the Oak tree

I laugh at the reflection

But the mad laughter is the deepest despair

Sorrow shatters the mirror

I carve a crown with the blades