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Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder if I'm alive...
I slit my rest to find nothing inside, but a mere shadow, restrained
 within a time lapsed corpse,
turning pages,
smiling back at blank faces and patiently waiting for its clock to die..
Soundlessly whistling into the passbyers, sad songs of death,
that slowly drives them insane....
As the darkness falls and magic stirs
 we become the creators of the endless night..
Like these flowers we all fall
From once a man to nothing at all....