Have you ever thought of sand of your life? When the routine, your fistful is hollow through the fingers Inexorably placing down every grain One more second has fallen to nowhere...
Have you ever felt your warmth like ice? When you warm life with the breath you draw But the face of all hopes covered with hoarfrost Makes you accept the inexorable
And you know that having turned off this way You won't dare to take a look back Only distant image will stay for you The only waymark
The dim null curdles the fires of your veins Behind is the glow bleeding out of prostrated flesh