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Anular Dystopia
07:22
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You call this growing up? My eyes only see a fortress made debris. Traumatic and wasted nights.
I'm becoming part of this sharp environment, like a fossil. When will I smell the fragrances of somewhere where I can be safe from myself?
I bleed away from the lighting. Hysterical and shattered, knowing I've become a stranger. They call it growing up... One step for every sacrifice and loss. If this is growing up...
Here ends my dance with life, the flow of time that is now a clot is about to perish.
You call this growing up? My eyes only see a fortress made debris. I bleed away from the lighting. Hysterical, shattered. I've become a stranger.
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Voluntary Catharsis
06:51
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One last look before I pull the trigger. The breath that will end and summon wisps of smoke.
My world is turned upside down, decadent, adorned by deep vertical cuts... Turning gray.
I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. There's no way I can forgive myself. Alone before a cold collapse, my battered conscience is very close to its purge.
Cuts in the skin... Surrender. A complete, deserved and necessary surrender. So immense is death... Eternal, giver of freedom. May the void claim me.
Let the void swallow me. May the void... May the void divide what I was and what remains of me. One last look before I pull the trigger. The breath that will end and summon wisps of smoke.
A world turned upside down, gray. Alone before a cold collapse. My battered conscience, close to its purge. A well deserved surrender. So immense is death... Let the void claim me.
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Cubicle
05:30
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The agony percolates until it possesses the oxygen of everything else. It's taking shape, whispers to me.
Goes through my chestโฆ My eyes are wide as it claims I belong to it. It says that time by my side is wasted time. That I'll never set foot outside this cubicle.
In the lap of nostalgia I let myself die, glimpsing the chants of these waning phobias.
Everything I've created has contributed to opening this hole...
Which I feel that sooner rather than later... Will be my grave. In how many situations have I made a fetish of my outpourings of grief?
Is it that in this reality I've only been able to stay on my feet by filling my head with gushing mantras?
The agony... It's taking shape. Whispers to me. It forces me to know that I'll never set foot outside this cubicle.
My cognitive state is broken... I'm more and more confined, each day I'm more inferior than the previous one.
And again it crosses my chest, it compresses me. I let myself die... In the lap of nostalgia.
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Anhedonia (Interlude)
02:29
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Prescribed Surrender
05:40
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There was someone who seemed to be watching old mistakes from a cliff. And the breeze, slow but powerful, ignored the despair.
Marking it only as an apparent myth. The clouds and petals fell silent; undoubtedly bitter accomplices.
It felt about to suffer an immurement. No more opportunities to restructure everything that collapsed.
That almost hermetic spirit was cursed for not having expressing caution at the right time. It looked like the ashes of a dead person that cannot remain in the urn. Suffering from within.
There was no time to relearn how to walk the most suitable path. Only to decompose between columns of regret and carcasses of challenges that once existed.
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Anesthetic Summits
10:37
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I reject you once again, sobriety. I've a whole ocean of regrets to calm. I see my sorrow at the bottom of a bottle... But it poisons me to live another day. Blurred, distant.
A vice that was engendered from misery... And buries my most painful delusions. A non-functional soul that fills its entrails with screams.
Bury my delusions before the moon takes over the sky... Hide my instability before the sun shows up there.
Let go of these anxieties... Take me, where I can glimpse anesthetic summits.
Change this deplorable state. I reject you. I reject you once again, sobriety.
Poison me, take me where I can... Where I can bury these delusions. Let go of these anxieties... Take me, where I can glimpse anesthetic summits.
Change this deplorable state. I reject you. I reject you.
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The Relapse
11:26
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Being pertinent is useless, the diagnosis is here to stay when the abysses are nourished by the shortcomings...
Always the same calamity, I'm swallowed by various dead ends. I relapse. And I return to the same nook.
How absurd to believe that I could get rid of this vestige... There's no way to get a chance.
How many times, already? Can I rot more? How absurd to believe that I could get rid of this vestige...
Always the same calamity, swallowed by various dead ends. I relapse. And I return to the same nook.
My will is abstract... For I no longer have a mind with which to discern. It's colossal...
How cold it can be to see your world fall before your feet. So dark and turbulent.
There's no going back. There's no going back.
How cold it can be to see your world fall before your feet. So dark and turbulent.
Always the same calamity, I'm swallowed by various dead ends. I relapse. And I return to the same nook.
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