behold the sun;
so bright, that it shine can make you blind...
behold the moon;
pale light doesn't hurt you...
the sun set but it was not becoming dark
and moon can not let you go till you have seen it.
in the darkness of the frozen night i could hear those
who had walked between the trees they percolate into the daylight.
i am deader than vacuum
and atmosphere is my tomb.
nobody love no one,
nothing will be perfect.
i can't accept your smiles till eyeless void have covered my soul.
existential vacuum, grim memories .
i am inside the old forest ...between the dead trees
they are hide my cry and screams.
like my personal deathless moonknights
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