My soul lies trampled on the floor in loneliness and unforgiveness,
My shadow frozen on the wall calls your name from a dying day.
I wither in my gruesome cell abandoned and shattered,
With broken will, with empty eyes watching my time goes by.
I tear my skin away piece by piece.
I have no one to share my unbliss
And no one to blame for my weeds.
I am the silent one among these screaming walls...
I breathe with the dust of my tragic past.
The smell of rotting pages... the shine of razor edges...
Voices... noises...
Faces... cold embraces...
The only rains and torn leafs
Run before my eyes,
The only birds like widows
Cry out into my sky.
Who can realize and imagine
All my bottomless grief?
It breaks me down with no mercy
Turning my belief... into dust.
...And my life brings no hope,
My hands reach for a rope.
Constellations of pale fingers
Exist only my morbid visions...
Millions turn to myriads, then to eternity...
Step by step, one by one
They escape from here for something
That is always found on another side...
Come to one"s last home,
All suffering belongs to them
Till last drop, till last sigh.
Fear circles in my veins
With their poisoned song,
My screams became frozen
In my wounded throat...
The bitter taste of loss...
Nothing in the end of a journey...
Promised amber light has redeemed...
My shadow frozen on the wall calls your name from a dying day.
I wither in my gruesome cell abandoned and shattered,
With broken will, with empty eyes watching my time goes by.
I tear my skin away piece by piece.
I have no one to share my unbliss
And no one to blame for my weeds.
I am the silent one among these screaming walls...
I breathe with the dust of my tragic past.
The smell of rotting pages... the shine of razor edges...
Voices... noises...
Faces... cold embraces...
The only rains and torn leafs
Run before my eyes,
The only birds like widows
Cry out into my sky.
Who can realize and imagine
All my bottomless grief?
It breaks me down with no mercy
Turning my belief... into dust.
...And my life brings no hope,
My hands reach for a rope.
Constellations of pale fingers
Exist only my morbid visions...
Millions turn to myriads, then to eternity...
Step by step, one by one
They escape from here for something
That is always found on another side...
Come to one"s last home,
All suffering belongs to them
Till last drop, till last sigh.
Fear circles in my veins
With their poisoned song,
My screams became frozen
In my wounded throat...
The bitter taste of loss...
Nothing in the end of a journey...
Promised amber light has redeemed...