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Aesthetics Of DiscouragementWe are alone,we cannot know neither be known.Trapped in a confined space which should protect me but i can't move nor breathe. I alone, I know The psychic abortion I’ve become The mental homeless Escaping to all the memories trapped in these walls I alone, I know This lump in my throat These punches to my stomach In my coldest summer ever Haunted by the hate Haunted by the thought that I allowed you too much tolerance I need to think of you everyday to not find you in the memories slowly remember your presence Until the thought will be gradually cover by a layer of slime and so,I hope,you. There is a time for abandon There is a time for leaving the old path leading always to the same destination In these walls are trapped the corpses of yesterday’s lost life Everything I failed to do Everything you had to be I’m playing on a stage with lights out Now you’re gone And with you all that poisoned life I alone, I know That the stomach to hit will no longer be mine I alone, I know Just the punches will be mine |