No chance to return to the world where I was born
The moment has to be right
To move on into that dim light
I'm waiting for the moment....
No wish to fall back in cubes and powers !
My biological clock has a voice
It's seems that it holds my last choice.
It's time to reunite us.
Te barrel of the gun on this rounded womb
The spark of the life, inside me entombed
I write my last thought
Before i merge with this glimmer I sought
That lives only in my mind.
No turnoing away from the glean : it obsesses
In ghastly mine
I pull trigger first time
I'm waiting to be free
No anguish in me as I sprawl on the floor
I use my last breath to end it all.
I turn the gun towards my face
Please grant me some warmth; evergrace
She : "I don"t have the choice anymore..."
Forgive me, I'd rather dit, remember me, goodbye...

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