Walking the great mile of a cold forsaken planet,
Alone underneath the stars of this gift brought granit,
All building up inside, my mind can't think again,
About what will happen to my destiney within.
The time is so burdened, these tears are so lustfelt,
This drama that has never ended, the despair I delt.
All in all, the time withered my tears, to scars,
These damn scars! Reminds me when it went to far,
A lament turned into a weapon upon myself,
The darkness gifted me with all pain my mind felt.
The gloom and the hoplessness, brought me to blood,
The lust and the hated virtue of pain, breaks love,
Time is useless, and in a common sense I know,
That only a few more minutes my spirit will go,
Away from where this longing hope is never,
Let all come down upon my blood, pain is forever.
Windows of silent spring,
The saddist of this damned suffering,
The angels collars that strangel,
Of there injustified spirits, on a forsaken willow fell.
The sun is gone,
This pain was too long,
Alas I breathe,
The blood that this knife grieves...