I write to you to tell you I am sorry for men,
And everything that causes fractures on your thin surface,
Your fatherly demanding for help gets missed
by the sound of your cracking surface,
Your inner structure collapses into cullet’s scratching your lungs.
Your only way to breath is to crush your own cladding,
crush your own cladding
Trying to cut loose from parasitic pieces of your own,
Shrug off the parasite.
How long can you take this anymore?
I try to place your seats new in every flickering thought,
In my pulsating lump to which I have become.
I am trying to cut off the abscess which is threatening my world.
I am trying to cut off the abscess which is threatening my world.
I am slicing myself to help my world to stay alive, knowing that its extinction my last flames, my last energies, but the questions is how else may I help you?
But never mind my friend we will find a new place. A new place to make our own. No matter where around the globe but there will be one! And that is for sure.
We had a hard time and we know it will be harder but I know (…but I will tell you one thing…) I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU!
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