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I don't need these feelings,
Or these lungs to breathe.
Look, I'm pretty useless
In this darkened world
Anyways.
Those lights called stars
Are whispering false hope
From much too high up.
I hope you know that
They're empty.
Tonight is strangely itchy,
Too hot, too dark,
Even breathing becomes hard.
Shaking, I can hardly hold the
Cold metal to my throat.
Those lights called stars
Are happy, proud and alone,
But loneliness means death.
So, you need to come find me,
Before I leave this world.
Where are you at this moment?
It's already much too late.
I'll continue to believe in you,
But dreaming is too scary,
And I'm scared...
Those lights called stars
In the evening sky,
Their quiet whispers
On the night I died
Were unbelievably beautiful...
You really should have seen them,
Laying here next to me.
But, I guess maybe next time.
Until then, good night.
I love you.
Or these lungs to breathe.
Look, I'm pretty useless
In this darkened world
Anyways.
Those lights called stars
Are whispering false hope
From much too high up.
I hope you know that
They're empty.
Tonight is strangely itchy,
Too hot, too dark,
Even breathing becomes hard.
Shaking, I can hardly hold the
Cold metal to my throat.
Those lights called stars
Are happy, proud and alone,
But loneliness means death.
So, you need to come find me,
Before I leave this world.
Where are you at this moment?
It's already much too late.
I'll continue to believe in you,
But dreaming is too scary,
And I'm scared...
Those lights called stars
In the evening sky,
Their quiet whispers
On the night I died
Were unbelievably beautiful...
You really should have seen them,
Laying here next to me.
But, I guess maybe next time.
Until then, good night.
I love you.
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"To the cruel god,
Look, here are my last words:
'Destroy the evening'."
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"Destroy the evening."
I wonder what you mean... Why one would choose such words to be their last; both crystal clear and abstract. Words that could be interpretted literally or in a different sense. And what if one's dying wish was carried out, and the evening (whatever it was intended to represent) was indeed destroyed?
Aye, you have confused me with your brilliance and originality. The entire piece seemed to be on the borderline between peace and chaos; tragedy and something else. I think bittersweet would be the word. Reading it felt like watching a movie play out without sound. Not quite sure what's happening... And when you think that you know, the scene has changed and you second guess your interpretation again. How did you get to be so amazing again?
I wonder what you mean... Why one would choose such words to be their last; both crystal clear and abstract. Words that could be interpretted literally or in a different sense. And what if one's dying wish was carried out, and the evening (whatever it was intended to represent) was indeed destroyed?
Aye, you have confused me with your brilliance and originality. The entire piece seemed to be on the borderline between peace and chaos; tragedy and something else. I think bittersweet would be the word. Reading it felt like watching a movie play out without sound. Not quite sure what's happening... And when you think that you know, the scene has changed and you second guess your interpretation again. How did you get to be so amazing again?