Demons and angels are around him watching his steps through the nightmare,
They’re whispering indescribable words to his unconscious mind,
Creating the drama, horror and the suffering to entertain them,
According to what they want to feel.
The extinction of the silence tortures his soul for each breath he make,
The song of the gods are playing during the show,
The notes inspire all the cruelty of them,
It’s the perfect show for the hell.
The warm of his soul sweat tears from his sadness eyes during the show,
The empty, the pain and the suffering are playing right now,
He tries to hide it from the others but he can’t do it,
It’s too much pressure and suffering living within him.
His body still paralyzed by the invisible flames called from the hell,
He breaths these flames during the day and the night,
These flames are suffocating him with smokes of reality,
These flames are in his words, dreams and goals.
He could touch the death with his fingers,
He could breathe, play and talk to the death all the time,
But he never could live with her,
And it makes him sad.
Obs: All of these words are just a metaphor for what he feels, nothing can be compared with the true meaning of these words and even if he could put it in words, he wouldn’t be able to explain how painful this is.



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