The solid walls
Surrounding me
These empty moods
These moods of nothing
with hollow thoughts
Broken figures
Shades of Black
Creeping along the borderline
of reality to my fiction of facts.
Screaming echos
Remembrance
Memories
Lies Deceits
Callous words
of my childhood
to future past.
I cry in horror
I cry in depth
the cry of death of morrows fate.
The day of 1-11-89
Born to die
incomplete
my death of 1989.
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