prologue: written sometimes drunk far away counterclockwise.

i stare at the shadow
the looking glass of a withered soul
too weak to hold on
too old to keep strong
to finally let it all go

your tongue bitter
a bitter taste of words
and i with splendour in ease devoured it deep
a sweet tasting poison
like angels taking me high

i can't breath
i can't speak nor scream
as i fall down grasping clouds
i truly did let it all go

with tears i raise my head
wondering is the dream dead
on the chair inside a room
i sit down and let it all go.

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