Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...

Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...

Turn off the sun; my life still will shine from...
Dress me in black watch me glowing like I have...

Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...

If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...

Nothing's new.
I'm coating you with words again...

I'm choking on dust;
the fine particles...

Music perished into dust
as I paused for a moment...

I can't sleep
with this room snoring in silence...

Time will not wrap itself back
into my pocket...