Raving upon, the ashes of darkness;
Not unto light, dare those feet step.
Clutch the ribs of loneliness; do not falter;
Stand guard, little soldier, never forget.
Mirrors only show, the attributes of skinlines,
Transparency dances, but you run away.
Swallowing the breathes; never let them see light;
Hide within mirrors: maybe transparency will fade.
Empty shells only, hold tougher membranes;
Throw away spirit, matter and soul.
Maybe one day youíll breathe, and Iíll see your breath quiver;
Maybe then ashes, can arise and be whole.