The 9th day of my;

Paradise (self-written)

What is sleep when you wake up from a nightmare everyday, but living in one as well? You are on the edge of losing yourself so close to paradise where your eyes would be closed, where darkness would peacefully surround you

You cannot grasp what is real as demons speak for you, while you desperating try to find your own trembling voice. The infinite waterfall of tears makes you try to catch your breath but all you crave for is to exhale your last one and you aim to hold on but always feel miserably. You took the wrong path to the lonely road of the doomed.

Keep on trying, darling, until you are nothing but ripped skin and broken bones. Life is temporary after all, it has been on your mind all along.

Lots of love,