Emotions are an abyss
where everything goes...
Stood at a crossroad
deciding which path to take...
If I had ever transferred some of my time in to a...
it still would not have grown interest...
The chilled breeze bends around quiet road,
The taste of coming snow in the air...
If my breath extends for far too long
I ask you to strangle my mortal song...
Heartless,
heart of gold...
Faith,
gone in one soul...
Root yourself
just like a tree...
I find myself
in between...
I have distanced myself from the circle
trained myself to be alone...
Dozens of brushes stashed in jars
their bristles almost hard...
Holy truth of humankind does not exist.
For I could tell a thousand wretched stories...