Unic Cjonr (Capriborn 73)
The wall of distress is where my boundaries stop to absorb my call.
I am out of breath, by suffocating I breathe.
I want to turn.
I am too late.
Through the bend is where I flame.
Inside my game the fires burn.
The bridge into time.
Beyond all the signs.
Everything collapsed in my mind.
Pillars of strength
Was washed away by the waves.
Hate breaks freshly onto my shoreline.
The dunes of sand were trapped inside the glass.
There is no rejection in the reflection.
The mirror is cracked.
The frame is burning with flames.
Walk I do.
I love the taste of bitter.
Salt do taste better.
My sanity cracks with the thunder inside the storm.
Next to the wonders of Alice.
Where I drown.
I wear the dress.
I am the Madhatter.
Destruction to perfection.
I found success in the motion of corrosion.
I live life without any emotions.
I want to breathe.
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