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Do you remember the first time you saw the sun? I do, figuratively speaking. It was a day quite like any other, dull and grey, until I laid eyes upon what lit the room, the building, the world. Everything was bathed in golden light unlike any I had seen before, the colours of the scenery came alive with whole new hues. For the first time in a very long time I felt like everything was going to be okay. I could endure anything as long as I could stop to rest and bask in her glow every so often. Thus began my life of solar worship. Launched into her orbit, I, being timid of nature, contented myself with observing her from a distance. The grace

I'm floating down (and deeper) into darkness. No beams of light (I am) completely sightless. I wanted to discover worlds, to build my home on solid ground. This solitude (crushing me) like the pressure I have now reached (the bottom) so cold and dead. I wanted to find worlds with you, and now I find them all untrue. And I retreat to sleep, (I've found peace here) to my ghastly wet grave. (in this realm deep down) Closing eyes, ceasing breathing. (I will stop swimming) Consciousness slips away. (and I will drown) Nightmares mar my sleep, (I've found peace here) despair haunts my wake. (in this realm deep down) Though you did not mean to do

It had been five days. I was excited, I was comfortable. I was in love. Then you said "This isn't working, We're too different." Like you knew What I could've been For you. You know I would've loved you More than anyone or anything else, Right? You know I would've been happy with you, Right? You know I wouldn't have Written this, or a lot of other stuff That I've come to write over the years. You know you've contributed To something I'm occasionally even proud of, And for that I thank you, Even if it pains me to think of you, To think of how I felt for you then, How I still feel, deep within myself.

Of filth born, into a world of filth, A king without a throne. We crawl before you in awe, You, vermin born to rule us all. Sickly limbs, filthy claws, my liege, You are terror in the flesh. Your promises of bliss are lies. You feed upon our hopelessness. And when the light of life is gone, You welcome us into your maw. I tremble in the presence of The scum that has ensnared our minds. The relics of a time gone by, What we should have left behind, Hang like a shadow, blot out the sun, I curse this world, and yet they smile. Untold prophets, spewing nonsense, Seem to herald end of all. It's upon us, Rat Man rising Shapes the

Puolikas oluttuoppi kädessäni lämpenee hiljalleen. Lavalla miehet soittavat. Yksi heistä laulaa, liikaa lauseenvastikkeita, minua ärsyttää. Olen täällä naisen vuoksi, hän seisoo vierelläni. Hän ja hänen ystävänsä. Olemme kaikki osa Semifinalin puoliympyrää. Olen niin yksin siinä kaikkien keskellä. Voisin tälläkin hetkellä olla istumassa iltaa ystävieni seurassa. Sellaisten, jotka huomioivat minutkin. Miksi siis olen täällä, hänen varjonaan? Mitä oikein luulin? Ja kun myöhemmin kävelen