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Dark beyond process, process stand still –

Alone the dirt of the past leaves the skin.

Every pore is breathless.

Standin’ beside, watchin’ me.

Apocalyptic visions risin’ beyond.

Power-floadin’, through the bolts,

Which are sticked in my head.

Between ‘em: Flashes made outta fear

And torturin’ disbelief.

Goin’ down, non-risin’ will,

Fightin’ against myself, selfhate,

Brings what I’m beggin’ for.

The sun of the past burns my eyes.

A tear drops.

But livin’ in the past makes me growin’ old !