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Mournig of WillIt was a dark, cloudy, cold November night That I chose to be the last night of my life. The fog was so thick out on the streets That I thought the city’s put on a windig sheetMournig of Will
To lie beside me at the cemetery to the ditch That I will deserve as a bed-to-be, and which Is a resting place that with all the suiciders I share, Those broken hearts, misery filled souls who dared
To put an end of their miserable life. To your sorrowful army I will join tonight! And here it is the city, my widow to be, As despite her, I have noone to see.
It’s only
by ~TheFirstMask
WormDear Worm, I’m so glad to see you coming by. It’s the first and last time, we’ve met. You know, I’ll die. I know, you know as your reputation has reached me well in advance. You only come, if it’s great carousal, you expect. I must say, this time by your instinct you haven’t been fooled. As you can see, here is my corpse lying, all just for you.Worm
Here I have everything; eyes, guts, muscles, blood and brain. Help yourself to it, I can’t be your waiter, I must pass away. Oh, I’ve almost forgotten; be careful with the heart! It’s so poisoned, it ca
by ~TheFirstMask
MirrorStep to the mirror, do you thurst? Do you dare to see the anger the thirst? Yes, it's a monster, what it'd show. It is something you can never shun.Mirror
Yes, those are the marks you know quite well, The signs of your sins all the bloodsheds. Above them how regretful you stood! But even then you carved for more innocent blood.
But if you don't look at the mirror, You can't see all this thrill this horror. Then why? Why the trouble? Why the pain? Why to see the marks of your slains?
Just close your eyes, lock all the doors. And create the desired worl
by ~TheFirstMask
RowingOnce after my interment Before my soul's been weighed In Charon's vessel, there I sat For the ferryman I prayed;Rowing
Charon, Charon, my dear friend, you are my last hope Answer all of my questions, I'm willing to know; How's my mother, my father and all who I have left? Are they missing their dead son? Am I remebered?
But the skeleton said nothing Silence slowly closed in us Till I fed up and decided To speak once more and break the hush
Charon, Charon, cruel friend, why are you so mute? Answer all of my questions, I'm craving to know; Is my t
by ~TheFirstMask
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I am Marianne from InterPals. I am glad to find you here, Balázs
I hope to hear from you soon. Take care !
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I am happy to see your works here. I have started browse through your gallery. At first glace there are very good pictures there.
Best regards!
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Thank you very much for the kind words.
Yours is quite stunning, but I lack time to comment it carefully... I will do it as I can
Take care !
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