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How the evenings will become quieter
When you fill yourself with guilt
Nails along the battered walls
You go into sedative captivity
Your words are meaningless
And even from night to morning
I will believe that I am akin
We're still alone in our hearts
The arteries will start to burn
And the sun will slowly smolder
I always look down from a cliff
When I'm smoking on the roof
Trains pass by
That river is noisy behind the forest
Where will I ask you to pray
Scatter me to the wind
The ice will melt and with it our desires
In anticipation of snow on warm lips
The wind will draw on the faded glass
Eternal winter outline
Logos of my favorite bands
Like withered tree branches
They scratch at my window at night
From the onslaught of endless winter snowstorms
Sleepless nights will merge into one
And I will hopelessly cast my gaze into the void
These nights will shed light from a thousand windows
Lighting up my yard with a dark yellow palette
My cut and covered hands
Like mutilated walls of the entrance
Memories of endless pain
In the streams of sick consciousness
Straight from an unhappy childhood