Present sunset. Preceding.
I dismiss reason.
Flourishing the emotion.
At the bottom of the waters in my mind,
bound by shackles of self-honesty released.
Tears melt with the darkness of this ocean.
Drowning the victim. Related in silence.
Forgive me, absolve me, let me go.
Allow me to advance and be free of penalty.
of winter nights.
Stockholm syndrome and all extreme reasons
To have my eyelids tide.
I'm free and lost where time stops.
I beg to myself "Will you let me go?"
Maybe will always be so.
Maybe will not exist absolution to me.
Understand that it's not in vain
to fight against my ghosts.
I face my fears
to remove the corrupt.
Maybe I can not choose the resignation.
Maybe I would not choose the resignation.
Feelings in freedom, doomed to destruction
Willing to discover the secret and to understand
the reason for living.
I'm the chosen one to appreciate
what not reaches the senses
something inside of me, something inside of you.
I just hope your blindness will get voided
and we step into paradise,
mentioned in ignorance, located at the summit
that the descent has risen us.
released September 9, 2016
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