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S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse almondo, Questa flamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo. Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero, Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo If I thought my answer were given, To anyone who would ever return to the world, This flame would stand still without moving any further But since never from this abyss Has anyone ever returned alive, if what I hear is true, Without fear of infamy, I answer you.

Cyanide First discovered in Prussian Blue dye. Kyaneos - Greek for (dark) blue. Produced by certain bacteria, fungi and algae and also found in a number of foods and plants. Antidote: Prussian Blue is administered orally as antidote to thallium and radioactive caesium. Cyanide makes the cells of an organism unable to use oxygen. Inhalation (of high concentration) of cyanide causes a coma with seizures, apnea and cardiac arrest with death following in a matter of minutes (skin colour goes from normal to pink). A fatal dose for humans can be as low as 1.5mg/kg bodyweight. Cyanide antidote kit: Small dose of amyl nitrite (inhaled), sodium

One more step towards it So close, so close now Just because I obey, doesn't make you Jesus When everything stands still, You're the only thing that changes, Everything is still the same It has to be something you want, Not something that appeals to you. I'm sick of being in chains, Break me loose, now Hear the echoing of music From a further room Walk upon your thoughts, It doesn't matter It's just one more sound to disturb the silence Hold on, hold on Breathe, keep breathing. I think you're lost, Nowhere to go Breadcrumbs hidden under the fall of snow Longer routes around paths that are already too familiar, the tread of

It's time like these when the darkness folds over You can turn to run but there's nowhere to hide It's always darkest before the dawn, But this time, there will be no light Nothing but the call of owls, Whose cries echo across the empty blackness Drums, Drums are sounding in the deep A steady pounding that resonates within the void And is in sync with the steady beating of your heart You know they are coming, But you cannot get out, You are not afraid, But you want to get out This is the end, Your sinfulness has cut you off from humanity Drums, Calls and cries of things unknown, Things that are not of this world, but Create

Hide in your prison Distinguish this from the scrabble of thoughts in your mind Reveal the secrets hidden within Lie to me Tell me things I don't want to hear... Nor believe Hum a melody in your mind Latch on to those simple wonders I'm coming for you Contaminate me, use me in whatever way suits you The wolves are coming out to play Consider a life without the relief of blackness Without the dark covering your flaws Insecurity Self-preservation is the most prevalent human instinct Slap, slap. Hear the sound of your feet pounding against the ground. Run for your life There's nothing left for you anymore Conform and belong,

Thoughts. Words. Same thing? I'm missing that vital part of my brain, the part that makes my thoughts become words Words mean nothing. They become diluted when said out loud. They lose all meaning Thoughts are spontaneous. They're the first impressions. They are what matters. Lines are widened and combinations are changed Who are you? Stop writing in my diary I'm living in you, through you, but I am never you. Don't know what to think anymore... It's funny what you think in times like these, what random thoughts go through your head. I can't explain how this feels now Numb; anaesthetized, cold, dead, frozen, immobile. PARALYSED. In

You would think that I would learn after the first time. I guess not. Maybe I like the pain. It wouldn't be so hard to believe. I never should have let you in. I am too weak. This in itself is evidence. I promised myself that I would stop. Stop telling you how I feel. Stop talking. But I keep going anyway. I am weak and selfish. Because I want you to know how much this is hurting. I don't want you to think that I am trying to hurt you. It would kill me. So this is protection. This is me, yet again, thinking about and protecting myself. I don't deserve protection. I deserve the full pain as a result of my mistakes. But it's not your job to del