I need the painkiller, to kill myself..to rest... I'm pest...like the tintless wings of a painfull pain watch the nightfall tears, I'm the last corner of solitude such a grave, so cold where the wishes in grief will be shed
when the mourner moments walk to silence and dying floweres smile in gloomy sadness, how could shade sorrow by calmness?
withheld beauty! all these kisses will be your salve for the wounds and your shoulders...
I wish we were far away from all this sorrow in the world that pain had no place, had no meaning, even in our dreams I still remember the wailing of trees thier wailing, to live beside the sinister humanity...