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The stars not shining, The sky not blue, Nobody is near you, The day not coming, The end is near, Earth trembling with fear.     The humans praying For their life. Waiting so they will know, If anybody will save them now. But the end is near, Everybody`s waiting with fear.     The torches lighten, Like stars on earth, Giving the humans hope. Yet, this is no night, The end is near. You are fighting with the fear.

As I began to write, Pencil in the hand, The sadness began to hide, Ideas in the head.     The sound familiar enough, Safety recognized, The world disappearing with every word, My patience prized.     The tool running down the paper, Some writing forming itself, The pencil in my hand trembling, Words flowing themselves.

The life was insupportable, I thought. Too many colors, shapes. Too bright and too dark. Too many words that lie and poorly ones that tell the truth. Too many humans that are actually monsters. But this is not life either. My only corner to hide from all that became my prison without railings. It was at the beginning like a dream in which I was finally happy. The bad thoughts disappeared suddenly, almost saving me from the best dream I ever had until then- to die. Nothing exists here, yet any...

"You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same."- Jonathan Davis, KoЯn The story of my life is plain simple for me, the mental or the killer, whatever you prefer. I was born and naturally I don't remember it. I've grown up and unnaturally don't remember it, because of those damn pills. And I'm gonna die. Probably today. Hopefully not. Or maybe yes. I can't decide myself. In this moments I really think I could be mental. You know, people don't tell...

Play along. That was the secret. If you played good, you could get some hours alone. Maybe even a day off. And every minute alone was a blessing. Only you had to keep tabs of the lies you told and the people you lied to. But that wasn’t very hard. Still a mortal could remember just so many of them and therefore you slipped sometimes. Like I did now. And this time it was bad. They caught me talking to him… or as they said, to me. I thought I was alone. Just had I taken my special ...