Happiness, his own creation
It should take more than one hit
To bring about its destruction
To create this ruin
Emotions cut deeper than steel
Death-metal the only salvation
To bring down the destroyer
To find each other
Sometimes, nothing matters but you
The rest of the time I am failing.















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Meanwhile I talk to myself, as one who has plenty of time. No one tells me anything new; so I tell myself to myself.
this poem seems quite obscure too me. i do "get" it, but i must say that the core meaning escapes me, which is actually good, for the author has to have some elements exclusively just for himself to call the poem his own.
peace.
+g
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human rights for all
The rest of the time I am failing.
sometimes, you sound just like me.
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