The Spectral Paleness of the Skin
J H
In the sunset of my life, when the curtain fell
My sight became an endless night...
Saw myself, some hinges ahead, roaring with every step I take
Cries of agony calling me from the other side...
My name still sounds like anguish,
The other side is only emptiness...
A red line showed me the track while I started to fall
...background, again...whispers...whispers in the depth!!!
Midway I fall, I fall, I fall!!! Letting me fall again and again!!!
Now there's only rest, I hear no laments, I hear no cries,
Just now... Am I really alive?
A darK Landscape Of desolated visions.
Empty Eyes look at Spectral Truncks of life!!!