Join all the unspoken and dispelled
Left your shade for emptiness to excruciate
Of all the far and so empty faces
Cut the last unassured way from her
Who doomed you to carry
Her emerald ghost forever

I disappeared in the labyrinth
Of paralyzing uncertainty
The whole sense of aspirations is ripped and slain
In ramose illusions of nothingness

In the senseless existence framed flesh
I have found my life smiling in a pale face

Far away from the brook of life
Behind the border of visions
Cold white palms are trying
To reach the heavens

You are hovering in the emptiness of black air
Sounds of bygone voices are dying away
But it's only an illusion
Did they exist when you were alive?

Black birds of misfortune are fighting inside of you
Lacerating a veil of nature with pounces
Do you want to set them free?
Drawing the horizon with the charcoal of free wings

And say goodbye to recondite mystic enigma
Of your empty space in the fields of illusions
Leaving a dead kiss for your yearning
You're fatefully walking along the eternal path

Loneliness the essence of alter ego
Fills your depths with a powerful stream

The scent of cinnamon that moves away
The last greedy inhale of sweetness
a feeling of primeval emptiness
An eternal dialogue... comes to end

The words are like inevitable stains
Like ulcers on snow-white skin
Air is like rusty chains upon a neck
The nature of realizing awareness, burns with the bitterness

A moment of touching honey
Is leaving white marks on a dead
Phantasmagoria of an evening summer
An epitaph of dead winter...

And a word will remain unspoken
A hope that will stay in a womb
You're tearing it out of a naked body
The nails of your fleeting happiness

Tear the petals of life's inflorescence
The silence of lips is like a salvation
Look at your weakness and fading within
Not so cold is a blade as your blood

The icy fragments of life are falling down
In the last flight, in the last dialogue
Having split yourself on the waste ground
You could scent a smell of cinnamon and a light of sweetness

In a morning song of happiness
Plashing with emerald splashes
Faded scraps of the admiration
And the split thoughts
Are opening wide

A tingle of a despair and the lost days
Congealed life by dead window
Fades and smoulders page after page
It was what you aspired to...

Have you ever thought of sand of your life?
When the routine, your fistful is hollow through the fingers
Inexorably placing down every grain
One more second has fallen to nowhere...

Have you ever felt your warmth like ice?
When you warm life with the breath you draw
But the face of all hopes covered with hoarfrost
Makes you accept the inexorable

And you know that having turned off this way
You won't dare to take a look back
Only distant image will stay for you
The only way mark

The dim null curdles the fires of your veins
Behind is the glow bleeding out of prostrated flesh