Calling Death

Calling Death Just sitting in the room. Cold air comes from the window Dawn woke me up from the cemetery. Great early lights Calling the eternal life. The clock has stopped. It’s time The heart is still beating. So fast. Pain and pressure inside Need to change, change the time. Passed years. It’s global All this life has gone away. A little river takes brown leaves away Hmm. Just walk. In the past. But still living my life. Hmm. Why? Always here. Be. Always here. Walking here, my soul is phantom-like Can you see? So many names and times are signed on stones Look around. Around. Just around. They are the victim witnesses I see their life. They lived their noble age. Oh, passed the noble age I am mortally envious of the lives of these dead people. Love them I want to live. I want to live in their past. I feel. That was a nice time Dead past. Living in my mind. Tactile stones. All. Spiritual hights I feel them. Amazing their smiles. Kindred spirits live together. Are Here is hidden. What I am looking for the love. The hope. Hoped love Dead. In this life. I kill myself. I cut my veins. Mirtazapine. Loving death Loves the death. Pull me back. From this life. English psychology. From. English psychology killed my life. Because I loved the origin. God’s love Foggy science. Can’t accept my life. I am a Christian. Europe. Hungary I can’t accept this mentality. I am from the old continent. Soul says. Stop English psychology is money. And power. Can’t rule my life. Never. I don’t accept the degeneration. Yeah. I love the hairy peach. Life. End. I can’t find the life. Life is exiled. Life has no right to live. Psychology drives life I am old. Tired bones. Walks always take place here. Anonymous gravestone Unnamed stone board. My love. My love. Bring a big hammer. Destroy this stone Then flies a soul. I need this. Kill me. You kill me. I don’t kill myself. Do. Calling death The gate is open Step in Cemetery Calling Death