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It's sultry outside; the fear of sleep over whelms my family and me. We're tired, we're anxious, what the subsequent weeks we bring. We cannot sleep from the noise, the echoes of screaming, and the crash of years, of hard labour being driven into the terrain.
We avoid speaking of the condition, but we all know we cannot evade it for long. I know, the day will arrive, when I heed the concluding shriek, the final thread of gunfire, as I fall to the spongy soil. Victims, of an alliance, who are inept of cooperating with others to conquer the circumstances.
Represented by somebody who refuses to pay attention, a dictator.
I try to prevent thinking, but it is the only way to drown out the sound of battle. Sometimes, I wish for somebody to take note, but I know nobody can care.
I'm just another 'civilian', just another existence, and just another bereavement.
I would substitute my life for somewhere safe, away from here. Just so I could experience peace, tranquillity and protection. Oh, how I wish
Another day. Sorrow. Frustration. Psychosis…
The day of devastation comes to an end, to signal a night of obliteration. I have, what were to be, my ultimate words with my family. I observe in awe as they drift off into their dreams. I will remember this moment forever, their peaceful faces, and their dreams…
I pull out my steel blade; I look at my reflection, inside the shiny metallic weapon. I look almost psychotic, red eyes - half open, I feel powerful, for the first time.
I sink the stiletto into their chests; they each open their eyes, as if to say 'Thank you'.
As the bed cloths absorb the red substance, I take a look at myself, for one final time… and I say to myself "What a wonderful day"…
My weak body falls to the floor
Life goes on…
We avoid speaking of the condition, but we all know we cannot evade it for long. I know, the day will arrive, when I heed the concluding shriek, the final thread of gunfire, as I fall to the spongy soil. Victims, of an alliance, who are inept of cooperating with others to conquer the circumstances.
Represented by somebody who refuses to pay attention, a dictator.
I try to prevent thinking, but it is the only way to drown out the sound of battle. Sometimes, I wish for somebody to take note, but I know nobody can care.
I'm just another 'civilian', just another existence, and just another bereavement.
I would substitute my life for somewhere safe, away from here. Just so I could experience peace, tranquillity and protection. Oh, how I wish
Another day. Sorrow. Frustration. Psychosis…
The day of devastation comes to an end, to signal a night of obliteration. I have, what were to be, my ultimate words with my family. I observe in awe as they drift off into their dreams. I will remember this moment forever, their peaceful faces, and their dreams…
I pull out my steel blade; I look at my reflection, inside the shiny metallic weapon. I look almost psychotic, red eyes - half open, I feel powerful, for the first time.
I sink the stiletto into their chests; they each open their eyes, as if to say 'Thank you'.
As the bed cloths absorb the red substance, I take a look at myself, for one final time… and I say to myself "What a wonderful day"…
My weak body falls to the floor
Life goes on…
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It's sultry outside; the fear of sleep over whelms my family and me. We're tired, we're anxious, what the subsequent weeks we bring. We cannot sleep from the noise, the echoes of screaming, and the crash of years, of hard labour being driven into the terrain.
We avoid speaking of the condition, but we all know we cannot evade it for long. I know, the day will arrive, when I heed the concluding shriek, the final thread of gunfire, as I fall to the spongy soil. Victims, of an alliance, who are inept of cooperating with others to conquer the circumstances.
Represented by somebody who refuses to pay attention, a dictator.
I try to prevent thinking, but it is the only way to drown out the sound of battle. Sometimes, I wish for somebody to take note, but I know nobody can care.
I'm just another 'civilian', just another existence, and just another bereavement.
I would substitute my life for somewhere safe, away from here. Just so I could experience peace, tranquillity and protection. Oh, how I wish
Another day. Sorrow. Frustration. Psychosis…
The day of devastation comes to an end, to signal a night of obliteration. I have, what were to be, my ultimate words with my family. I observe in awe as they drift off into their dreams. I will remember this moment forever, their peaceful faces, and their dreams…
I pull out my steel blade; I look at my reflection, inside the shiny metallic weapon. I look almost psychotic, red eyes - half open, I feel powerful, for the first time.
I sink the stiletto into their chests; they each open their eyes, as if to say 'Thank you'.
As the bed cloths absorb the red substance, I take a look at myself, for one final time… and I say to myself "What a wonderful day"…
My weak body falls to the floor
Life goes on…
We avoid speaking of the condition, but we all know we cannot evade it for long. I know, the day will arrive, when I heed the concluding shriek, the final thread of gunfire, as I fall to the spongy soil. Victims, of an alliance, who are inept of cooperating with others to conquer the circumstances.
Represented by somebody who refuses to pay attention, a dictator.
I try to prevent thinking, but it is the only way to drown out the sound of battle. Sometimes, I wish for somebody to take note, but I know nobody can care.
I'm just another 'civilian', just another existence, and just another bereavement.
I would substitute my life for somewhere safe, away from here. Just so I could experience peace, tranquillity and protection. Oh, how I wish
Another day. Sorrow. Frustration. Psychosis…
The day of devastation comes to an end, to signal a night of obliteration. I have, what were to be, my ultimate words with my family. I observe in awe as they drift off into their dreams. I will remember this moment forever, their peaceful faces, and their dreams…
I pull out my steel blade; I look at my reflection, inside the shiny metallic weapon. I look almost psychotic, red eyes - half open, I feel powerful, for the first time.
I sink the stiletto into their chests; they each open their eyes, as if to say 'Thank you'.
As the bed cloths absorb the red substance, I take a look at myself, for one final time… and I say to myself "What a wonderful day"…
My weak body falls to the floor
Life goes on…