The End
Constantly looking for salvation that does not exist.
Living a dream, living a lie.
All alone among a deaf crowd
that suffers from insomnia.
As one of the most famous ghosts once said,
“Find what you love and let it kill you”
The saddest, most painful death.
The sky is getting darker.
Another shooting star has faded.
You know, they do not grand wishes.
They run away from greedy, coldblooded demons
sucking out their minds.
While the majority keeps being blind and silent
Neverland misses your light…
In memory of Robin Williams
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