There is something in my soul.
A growing eternal black hole.
Do you hear it? It's calling me to fall.
It's time to find my home.I can't resist.
The power is luring me in.
The Earth isn't my place.
Just a hell surrounded by space.One step, two.
Soon I'll be gone too.
I'm ready for this.
Here there's nothing I'll miss.I feel it right under my feet.
A moment where reality and imagination meet.
Looking for a last time, nobody is around.
I'm jumping in, my scream in the only sound.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryЖивотът ме направи една бъркотия от емоции. Оплитам се в собствения си хаос с всеки изминал ден и чувството е задушаващо. Но изкуството освобождава душата ми от болката и я превръща в нещо красиво. Това е мигът, в който се чувствам свободна. Думите...