ZZail

Weakness has taken over the same sky. Nothing seems to be in the way it used to be anymore. Insane nights passed by with doubts and questions. Without sensing the end of this nightmare. I scream your name for the whole touture process. Still no words I hear in the square-darkness.  I silently prey that hope is not just a sweet illusion. But the fact of the continuous lifetime. And if such moment only exists in a dream. Then I am willing to give up my life just to taste a second of the truth.

Everybody seems to be strangers. We are speehless and they are completely lonesome. I am being in the other planet where no one goes. Where the place is absence and nameless. ...And had lost its time in some random chapter of the history. Nothing indicate month or year since then. Only the existance of the dark city. And we will never know who we are anymore.

It's a place of desolation. Where neurotics desperately seek for elements to feed the eternal emptiness. Sadly laugh and comsume. Silently hoping for a chance to confess and share their long way far from decent. Which was lost for eras. Run yourself despicably, sinking down into the deepest deft and blind. Despair, crash and loose all. Lost and cry and kill yourself. And see if I care.