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alive?

Recovery of unknown, and the dead walk again
Inside bodies and smiles, inside waters and pain

dawn of the pseudo-living

רוהרה

Moments before my skies turned blue I looked into the eyes
of gloom
And there it was my inspiration weaved though alleys of
burned oaks

dying starlets

הבזכא

Her ghosts hunting each other in my brain
Dead sells of her fade into my flesh

highlights of my life

And I almost like it how they all feel so utterly vain
Mock me gently, with your persuasive hollow claims
You never felt like home anyway

like penicillin

I am rotten within
Thoughts like penicillin
Purifying translucent skin with an absence of light

moving on?

רבקמ

Imagination beautifies the rotten waves of pain that runs
under my skin
And there it hides, inside my veins, and circulates in vain
inside a dead man's body
With every beat, just more defeat arises from the past to
be
And I become another cell in a mac

rancid lullaby

Now the satellites have departed
In search of peaceful planet solitude
Before a new life has started
The sand had spread upon my sharpened interlude

sleeping

םולח

You are shroud in shades of beauty
Not disturbed by thorns so deep

tunnels

םיסחי

If it was up to me I know I'd follow
Into places where flesh carries no names
Skies are planning the moon of tomorrow