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The Sun Is Going Down: On A Rainy Day Like This
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Days are passing and the agony increases by the minute,
several reflections flows in my mind.
Questions that I'm not able to answer...
Why is this existance so absurd.
People surrounding me, but I feel a deep loneliness,
they will never find it rules without sense.
Very difficult to explain with words...
Normal people searching happiness and contentment,
with stupid and superficial methods.
They will never find it,
rules without sense,
looking through the window,
only mindless bodies who can't think in a decent way.
I'm even more frustrated.
by Joyless - Inherent Emptiness
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Joyless - Why Should I Cry
The swans appear
And they sing the loveliest song I’ve ever heard
I gently caress
I believe I broke their necks
My eyes no tear shed
My eyes no tear shed
Heavenly beauty
Granted me by slaves to be
Oh, subjects, worthless you all surely are.
Heavenly beauty
Granted me by slaves to be
Never ever can they flee away from me
I have reached the end (The End)
I've reached my earthly end. (The End)
And I do know that all I do is die
So why should I cry?
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The room opened widely before me....
So silent,so empty it seemed.
...Virgin white, virgin light.
Swans emerged out from the velvet walls...
Dancing..Time stood still.
I caressed them with my eyes..
...sinfull white, sinfull light.
"How can you watch this happen
without tears in your eyes..?"
the velvet lake roared.
Drowning swans who screamed My name..My name.
"Let my world rape you" I yelled..
I turned and walked away.
...My ravens followed me.
Forgotten Woods - The Velvet Room
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...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings...
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest...
Was music choir...
It will never leave...
...the scar...
The choir will never leave.
Sing for the lurker.
Sing for the one with horns.
We pity the feathers,
we devour the wing...
I sang for the swans.
Let the fallen...
Let the fallen hear.
"It never rains around here."
The sane, with its beautiful voices...
A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans.
the swans, smothered on our chests,
Was music... choir...
Ved Buens Ende - I Sang For The Swans
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This difficult living, heavy and as if all tied up,
moving through that which has been left undone,
is like the not-quite-finished walk of the swan.
And dying, this slipping away from
the ground upon which we stand every day,
is his anxious letting himself fall—:
into the waters, which receive him gladly
and which, as if happily already gone by,
draw back under him, wave after wave;
while the swan, infinitely calm and self-assured,
opener and more magnificent
and more serene, allows himself to be drawn on.
Poem by Rilke, Der Schwan
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Über wind'ge Wiesen
Vorbei an den Herbst gewandten Bäumen
Hinaus ins Moor
Was, wenn der Winter kommt...
Der Frost das Land durchzieht
Der Sumpf so trist und schön als wie zuvor
Wenn Weiß den Weg sich sucht
In die gedeckten Töne
Dringt sanft das leise Lied der Winde an mein Ohr
Wenn unscheinbare Schönheit
Sich unter Grau in weiße Seide kleidet
Was träumen dann die Schwäne im Moor?
Nocte Obducta - Die Schwäne Im Moor