Simon’s diary

To be in the middle of the choice between hell and paradise, on the bridge of truths and contradictions, seduction and modesty ..
Here the choice is obvious, even not to cut through the reality of schizo thoughts, the examples will say for themselves, buttering their face to the degree of inaccessible.
After living all this, dying several times, you must value only one thing, you finally value yourself.
Enough, I’m tired of seeing pink clouds all around, let the shadows become bark, and blood floods my eyes, I won’t leave, at least.
Stay there, standing, wanting to choose the option of the impossible, this is the best that can be done without going to a favorable side.
It was easier for her, she just left, not leaving the veil of unnecessary memories and only a haze of irreversibility.
There was no soul, the decomposition entailed the immoral action.
But no, damn, I am not obsessed with anything, I just want to live outside the borders of my physical knowledge.
After all, this is a screen, this is all the foaming of the screen of idiotic human performances.
I see more, I live big, it presses on the psyche, but it turns out to hold on and discover all new things.
Things that will see only some that I see.
Who give me a different picture of being.

Sounds of interference drive me crazy.
I immediately imagine these disfigured faces in front of my face.
When they appear in the dark, through the grate, only from the light of the lighter.
After all, the mind refuses to listen to such sounds of chaos, otherwise you will go crazy.

I will quietly die further, looking https://loot-casino.co.uk/ from the sky at your happy face and crown of hair that stupefied my mind.
A sparkling whore who understood me better than anyone else.
I will cut the tracks for memory, for your old scar is already completely disappeared.
Although I reached you, although I saw today, you were a ghost that also belongs to another.
Float Jerk, how you dared to grab such a dark creature that will easily drag into hell and throw it back.
I was so good with you, you were so beautiful that I only enjoyed without trying to keep my place.
And you have not changed, the violence of the world over me, you have not changed a drop.
So that I give it to touch you once, as before, without blood in my eyes from both sides.
I don’t want to stay in hell alone, leave the door open so that I can at least watch.
The heart begins to hurt again, as in a bad fairy tale, the candle is burning out and it will no longer come out to light it.
This is the end, sunset, unison of history.
I want to break my body and give my heart to you, put in your hands so that you keep it.
So that no one will ever reach him.
This is not able to ordinary people.
You are blood inside me, which gave me the concept of life.
Your mother was right, you won.
And you … you defeated my life. Destroying it.

I want this music to sound at my funeral.
For others to feel the horror of my assistance in this world.
And yet, so that blood, scarlet, filling the surrounding floor, unexpectedly go from under the coffin.
They must scream and pray for the mercy of the Lord, who is not there, cry and tear.
Then remember me for many years in passing, finding about me memories in things of everyday life and life.

Put a bullet in the forehead, enjoy the remains of the Apocalypse in the surrounding society.
See chaos, horror, death, fight and fall into hysteria from what he saw.
Bandage wounds and let tears from unbearable pain and requests to return everything back.
Draw a bloodied palm along the wall and wait for a slow loss of consciousness.
To be left without feelings, without memories, without love, dying in a wild, monstrous fear.

And just hear this music in the ears, letting the last tears with blood drops.
Slowly die, nevertheless recalling her face and realizing that happiness inside the past.
To publish the last breath, seeing the starry sky in the sky, and not a veil of smoke.
Blood with blood, how to turn into a blanket in front of a deep sleep, opening your mouth, but not from a yawn.
Will move away from his body into pitch darkness, trying to open his eyes and see the light.