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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
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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