I was never
a subscriber to dogmatic doctrine...

In fading bloody embers
I carve my name...

We tell ourselves what we want to know,
to get through another day...

Heavier today than yesterday
but not as light as I dream...

Here it comes,
this is the daybreak...

The past is consuming my future,
it eclipses my present in hollow spaces...

Seeing and feeling
through the eyes...

The rain hits
hard and fast...

At three o'clock in the morning
when phantom wolves are coming...

A dew droplet
rolls down a leaf as...

Alone in a room
with a deja-view...

Under a pale glass moon
the bones of Christ...