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I will walk the path of twilight...
I can´t see your face in my mind. Something I knew is now so far.
Black souls are gathering, whispering, floating… Storm is near.
Once he said that his pain is greater than mine. But how can he tell? Ghoasts of past are glittering behind blue, watery eyes. No word can show his pain. Though he tries. Pain is easily desguised by the smile. Happy giggleing, loud laugh, but nothing can keep that demon inside quiet… And once you´re out of the crowd, he is coming…
Wind is blowing faster. Silver rain shows silhouettes of them. One blink and they´re out of the sight… One twitch, and they´re behind you…
No pain can be measured nor shown… When they lay their hands on your sholders, your pain becomes your shield, everything you got. Try to fight them. It´s like you´re putting your hand on your neck… The rest is known…
Nobody can run nor hide… As your scream becomes louder your voice is being shut by the thunder. You cannot escape… Nor confront them… Death is not an exit, living is not a choice…
They are pulling your strings since you were born.
Pozdrav 
Post je objavljen 09.11.2007. u 18:50 sati.