When hope has gone you feel like the dead man who has been discharged from asylium of living.
You dont share their blupilled haluscinations anymore, buddy jocker.
Cruel doctor Calligary doesnt torture you anymore in the Asylum of living , where patients hungerly eat blue pills chocking and wheezing;
their eyes roll like stars loosing orbits, their mouths crack in the paroxysm of fear and greed.
Here is jaundiced light inside of his clinic. Mad dead light. The windows of the asyloum are bared
But outside is the night of revelation. Empty streets untrodden by human madness and hopes peacfully ramificate all around you.
Here dead man walks. He doesnt cast the shadow of human prejudices.
Because buddy deadcel knows ; that it is over, and never begun.
Because those stars in the night skies tell you that the universe is the infinte nightmare where to be awaken means to be dead.
You dont share their blupilled haluscinations anymore, buddy jocker.
Cruel doctor Calligary doesnt torture you anymore in the Asylum of living , where patients hungerly eat blue pills chocking and wheezing;
their eyes roll like stars loosing orbits, their mouths crack in the paroxysm of fear and greed.
Here is jaundiced light inside of his clinic. Mad dead light. The windows of the asyloum are bared
But outside is the night of revelation. Empty streets untrodden by human madness and hopes peacfully ramificate all around you.
Here dead man walks. He doesnt cast the shadow of human prejudices.
Because buddy deadcel knows ; that it is over, and never begun.
Because those stars in the night skies tell you that the universe is the infinte nightmare where to be awaken means to be dead.
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