I think these days it is too simple
to fall into blame, cursing our life...

I'm through with making situations
that deal out my emotions...

I drift
from the carriage...

I blindly throw a knit scarf
around my neck...

You keep calling this time I use a waste
of reality, distorting my images and learning...

As You breathed onto valleys and
endless bearing gardens...

You feel like you are clenching
ten iron nails around your fist...

I didn't bother to cover my scars
or conceal my glossy eyes of...

You brought forth liquid to my heart,
melting the solid that had closed faith...

I tore into the darkness
wiping away excess of pain...

Our battle is a dark dance
encircling virtuoso's silhouettes...

These chills obfuscate my passion,
the yearning I had saved in Your sanctuary...