Silent screams of havoc, Mournful sounds of bells, And the wind kisses the open scars… The grey palace of heaven Is the palette of your reality, Gloomy dawn embraces its child…
Lifeless look is calm and firm, Thoughtlessness is thy merciful goddess, It’s ready to direct your steps… The voices in the air get softer, The sobs are just subtle remote whispers, They dissolved in the torrents of stillness…
And the jets of cold caress you from the inside, Giving comfort and detachment, A black hole of thy soul holds no feelings… You are standing at the precipice… Senseless life is left behind… Looking down into the abyss…
The overwhelming void is smiling at you With a sad, pathetic smile Full of dark inevitability… The crushing emptiness Is singing its serenade for you, The last song of thy dying world…