I've had enough of you. Enough nothing. I guess at...
There are tombs with gloom traces
Of fear in the far sighted eyes...
I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...
Sometimes the fog of numbness lifts for a minute
And I find myself hard up against the grief...
My catastrophe; my faith,
I'm a little lost in this world...
Holy Sin breaking every moment,
Love never tells a lie when it's only exile...
Bridges from reality to my mind
have been crashing...
Deep-rooted
Existence...
25 pounds
I've lost...
I'm not so scared of pain
I'm more frightened by an ache...
It curls its mitts around my throat
And threads its doubts into my veins...
I’ve started this journey,
not knowing where to go...