Détraquée...J’ai un goût de sang dans la bouche, mes maux de tête me donnent des vertiges… Un é cran de brouillard est calqué sur mes yeux, obscurcissant ma vue… Les éclats de voix semblent lointains, portés par un écho surnaturel… Mon corps est courbatu, comme il le serait à l’issue d’un combat perdu d’avance… Je me sens lasse, si lasse…
Durant mes nuits sans sommeil, lorsque le film de ma vie défile sous mes paupiè res closes, un sentiment, toujours le mê me, celui de l’échec, me submerge, m’arrachant des larmes si longtemps refoulées… Je n’enfanterai jamais rien de Beau de mon esprit.
Je ne suis plus que le reflet de ce que je fus… Ma tourmente me dévore, enserrant mon cœur dans ses poings de glace… Le froid, le voilà le véritable enfer.
Mon visage s’est creusé, ma peau se fait plus pâle au fil des jours, mes yeux se sont ternis… Je ne parvient plus à ré chauffer mes doigts engourdis. Mes forces s’amenuisent, chaque nouvelle dé sillusion est un affront intérieur, où mes certitudes sont défaites.
Je n’en peux plus.
Je n’en veux plus.
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I have sought for a such long time in the shadow,
Trying to take Death’s hand,
Blind and unable to understand,
That it was already around my neck like a hangman’s bow.
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So have this anyway
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I have the taste of blood in my mouth, my headache gives me dizzinesses... A mist screen is traced in front of my eyes, darkenning my view... The shouts seem to be far, born by a surnatural echo... My body is stiff, like it would be at the end of an already-lost fight... I feel tire, so tire...
During my sleepless nights, when my life's movie is on under my closed eyelids, a feeling, always the same, the failure one, is submerging me, extracting the tears that I repulsed so many times... I will never give birth to a Beautiful thing in my soul.
I'm just the reflect of what I used to be... My storm is wasting me, enclosing my heart in its ice fists... The cold, this is the real hell.
My face digged, my skin is paler each day, my eyes has been tarnishing... I can't warm my numb fingers anymore. My forces are deacreasing, each new disappointment is an internal insult, where my certainties are defeated.
I can't anymore.
I don't want anymore.
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I have sought for a such long time in the shadow,
Trying to take Death’s hand,
Blind and unable to understand,
That it was already around my neck like a hangman’s bow.
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I'm not sure of what I wrote, sorry for the mistakes ><
A powerful text, Claire... Ca me prend aux tripes, ça amène les larmes aux yeux, et en même temps c'est tellement vrai...
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Tried to say something
That filled my mouth
And longed to rest in your ear.
Don't dare write it down
For fear it'll become words...
Just words.
(Viggo Mortensen)
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