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Mysterious images and silent screams.

My essence and behaviour wants be free.

I live primeval life – there.

Where dreams. Where society make up their rules.

Sometimes...I think about my past.

Sometimes...that will never last.

Sometimes...may be all disappear...

Sometimes...from my mind like tear.

Anxiety...pain will grow...

Anxiety...emotions is flow.

Anxiety...powers of my soul.

Anxiety...instinct of self-preservation.

Dark forests, vast lands – i feel their calls.

From depths of my unexplored consciousness.

Thy released spirit of society, who's abjectness.

I feel their rotten souls, disclaimed of pain.

Sometimes...

Anxiety...

Forgeted...Eternity... I worship your majesty.

Thousands years was burning...

Thousands candles in tombs Entombed in dust...

Sometimes...

Anxiety...

My Anxiety is Reality...

My Anxiety is Reality...