The shadow of wind flees to pain to reality The breath of night now disappears to distance On the margin of emptiness... ...streams pour through an altar! The stars blasted into darkness... ...changing scents, colours! The sleepless face... sterilized by drops of pain... Skies, mirrors, screams... shapes foundering into the scene Beyond my eyes Beyond my words Echoes of empty promises The touch of conclusion Eager to see... Eager to show those who see! Noone answers, noone is Leave me here!
eager, noone, foundering, margin, sterilized