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I'm all alone again,
in this perfect picture of life, and I'm
going to take my last running steps
as I run out of time.
To this world I'm already gone;
shining star who burnt out;
still not any use to you, and yet
I wonder how, and why.
I came into this life with a purpose
before me,
Now all I wonder is if people know
about me.
I know I'm not everything you wanted
me to be;
Just don't take away the only part
of me - that's left.
The sky turns to darkness, it shows all
my Sin's, I'm a hanging doll
that nothing could miss.
I walk down this hollow trench of guilt
and decay,
Please Brother, let me sleep, lay
me down for the day.
in this perfect picture of life, and I'm
going to take my last running steps
as I run out of time.
To this world I'm already gone;
shining star who burnt out;
still not any use to you, and yet
I wonder how, and why.
I came into this life with a purpose
before me,
Now all I wonder is if people know
about me.
I know I'm not everything you wanted
me to be;
Just don't take away the only part
of me - that's left.
The sky turns to darkness, it shows all
my Sin's, I'm a hanging doll
that nothing could miss.
I walk down this hollow trench of guilt
and decay,
Please Brother, let me sleep, lay
me down for the day.
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I cried reading this awesome, beautiful piece. It took me six days of reading it again and again and again before I found myself able to write a comment on it.
I don't have words for this beauty, for this sadness, this pain. It's simply overwhelming me, making me shiver, sitting speechless in front of my screen. Paralyzed. By this beauty dressed in the colours of a rising storm at the end of October, tearing the last leaves from the trees.
I don't have words for this beauty, for this sadness, this pain. It's simply overwhelming me, making me shiver, sitting speechless in front of my screen. Paralyzed. By this beauty dressed in the colours of a rising storm at the end of October, tearing the last leaves from the trees.