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A pair of alive bright eyes
Are the windows of a huge and desert world
A king alone in an empty empire
Little soul of loneliness and madness

Being surrounded but living alone.
Don't see anyone and be watched by all.
It's a twisted and meaningless smile.
That hide your fears and obssessions.

Orphan of emptiness

Each whisper is a storm in my mind
Each touch is like a razor in the flesh
Each point of light in like the death
Of a thoursand stars
And every tear I shed
Have the taste of thoursand deaths
Mandatory misanthropy
Or sick Individualism?

Where the creator has failed
Or where the will triumphed?

A prision without walls
Or a hermetic world?
To give wings to madness
Or to give madness senses?

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