I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...

You used to cause permanent
destruction whenever our paths met...

Where could you be,
oh frazzled piece...

I cut the stem of the blind carnation,
tying lace childishly around the petal's breath...

Love doesn't need an explanation
for those who fall cynically...

You lift my heart upon blurry horizons,
keeping in touch with my reminiscence...

How could my heart have been
so subtly lost...

God won't leave you
when you fall again...

I am not experienced
at balancing my pain...

I fall to the sketched echoes of my faith,
shouting beyond wet skies & open cloud...

We are both a distant flurry away
Enfolding solitude as not to sway...

I used to think my love for you
exceeded all colors, rose above...