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"~*La vie? - Life?*~" by Crying_Banshee

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~*U have the translation in english below*~

La vie?

L'air est plein de nos cris...Les corps de nos amis defunts jonchent le sol...Personne ne vas les enterrer.Ils sont deja oublies.Le paysage se desole, les saules se sont mis a pleurer, le sang a forme des rivieres et les fleurs ont fane.... O Mort!Solitude!Tristesse! Quand cesserez-vous de tourmenter les vivants? Illusions! Quand cesserez-vous de mourir?Dieu lui-meme est devenu sourd et aveugle...Ecoutez les cris! Les pleurs des enfants abandonnes, les lamentations des veufs et des rebuts de la societe! L'amour n'a plus sa place ici bas et les jeunes filles en fleurs sont devenues des jeunes filles en pleurs.
Que le monde est cruel! Que les hommes sont aigris! 40 jours suffisent pour faire le deuil d'un parent, de ce parent meme qui vous a porte dans son coeur toute sa vie...
Je chute dans un abime sombre dont je ne peut distinguer le fond...
Mais si je ne cesse de tomber cela m'empechera-t-il de me cogner contre le sol?
Personne n'est la pour repondre a mes questions dont j'ai cherche les reponses en vain...en vain...en vain...Tous mes actes, toutes mes tentatives pour avoire une vie meilleur sont vains...Tous mes espoirs se noient...Un poid me tire vers le fond et mes poignets me font mal;mes mains sont humides de sang...Une lame git a mes cotes et je ne me rappelle plus ce que j'ai fait...

O Vie! Toi aussi tu m'abandonnes!!

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Life?

The air is filled with our screams...The corpses of our deceased friends are strewing the ground...No one will bury them.They're already forgotten.The landscape is grieving,The willows started weeping,the blood has created rivers and the flowers have withered...Oh Death!Solitude!Sorrow!When will you stop tormenting the living? Illusions! When will you cease to die? God himself has become deaf and blind...Listen to the screams!The cries of the orphaned children, the laments of the widows and the outcasts of the society! Love hasn't got his place down there and blooming young girls are now young girls in tears.
How cruel is the world!How embittered are men! 40days are enough no mourn a parent, this same parent that held you in his heart all this life...
I'm falling in a dark abyss of which I can't make out the bottom...
But if I keep on falling will it keep me from hitting the ground?
No one is here to answer my questions to which I looked for answers in vain...in vain...in vain. All my acts,all my trials to have a better life are vain...All my hopes are drowning...
A weight is pulling me to the bottom and my wrists are hurting;my hands are wet with blood... A blade lies next to me and I can't remember what I have done...I have lost control of my acts and I can't breath any more...

Oh Life! You too are abandoning me!!



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On Thursday April 29th, 2004, Jedi_MindFuck (318) writes:
i think you nailed the feeling of dismal despair perfectly with this. i hope the sun shines on you more often. great write. ///Jedi\\\


On Thursday June 26th, 2003, diavolessa (275) writes:
*Ils sont deja oublies.Le paysage se desole, les saules se sont mis a pleurer, le sang a forme des rivieres et les fleurs ont fane* so sad... No words can express the cruelty that these words express! {Dk}


On Thursday May 8th, 2003, IceDragoness (251) writes:
So sad... terribly lost almost making me want to cry, so beautiful ~Dawn


On Tuesday April 22nd, 2003, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:
Dieu lui-même est devenu sourd et aveugle. ... this is so true, such a beautiful description of life.... yet, in gods blindness does he see; he becomes blind for such reasons...


On Tuesday April 22nd, 2003, Bakkhus Unbound (1103) writes:
il y a beaucoup à tenir dans une main vide où les rires de solitude avec les fleurs de la.and de dieux... par lui tout le souffle viendront toujours, espoir ne reste jamais noyé, aussi longtemps qu'il y a quelqu'un pour vous aider à nager



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