Moby – The Sky Is Broken (Markus One Strings Works Remix)
The song is preparing me for the incoming advent with one rule; rather burn out than fade away so it’s full throttle or nothing.
Love for life is gradually fading and the sunsets are getting lesser. As far as I’m concerned – I’m almost done. Can’t fight the endless war of growing pain. I just might get lucky and get a heart attack; death is coming soon for me nevertheless – just pray the God that my demise will be painless. I fear of no death, but the pain.
Maybe this suicide mania of my mine wasn’t quite necessary after all, although I’m constantly pondering if should I take my car with the last bit of energy I have and crash it into a rock-wall. It is comforting to think that death by car will undoubtedly end the misery; fortunately already in such a poor quality of health that it will surely end my days.
Despair and anxiety levels are above the roof when your end is drawing to an end no matter what, and ultimately it´s not my choice to make. Only the method of transitioning into nothingness is open for a selection. And the sad truth is I don’t wish death, but I have no other options.
God damn..My only support is now gone too, mum I’m sorry. I think I have an expire date set up now, give or take 1-2 weeks. Why fight, why stand the pain, for once do not be so hard on yourself, just give up, man up, and do it – so it´s fucking done.
I was once in love with someone good and kind and gentle,
and she’d seen the darkness too, but somehow we had over time become each other’s light
determined like a hawk upon its prey the blackness crept and found the flickering flame and cursed it to be lightless.
in darkened sorrow mere random spark was never again enough for the longing.
Miss you Rebekka – still. <3
“Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don’t kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, “He fought so hard.” And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.
Sally Brampton, Shoot The Damn Dog: A Memoir Of Depression”
The song was in the X-Files episode – All Things; the one in question was written and directed by Gillian Anderson – Dana Scully.
See the storm is broken
In the middle of the night
Nothing left here for me
It´s washed away
The rain pushes
The buildings aside
The sky turns black
The sky
Wash it far
Push it out to sea
There´s nothing left here
For me
I watch it lift up to the sky
I watch it crush me
And then I die
Speak to me baby
In the middle of the night
Pull your mouth
Close to mine
I can see the wind coming down
Like black night
So speak to me
Like the winds outside
It´s broken up,pushing us
Hear the rain fall
See the wind come to my eyes
See the storm broken
Now nothing
Speak to me baby
In the middle of the night
Speak to me
Hold your mouth to mine
cause the sky is breaking
It´s deeper than love
I know the way you feel
Like the rains outside
So speak to me
Great piece of music, pure ingenuity. And the lyrics – what can I tell you.