the leaves are moving so soft around like a wanderer
who walks on a road and never sees the end
This road leads nowhere but astray, all is the same, all is rapture.
Nights are silent; all the screams are so loud within.
You are nowhere, not in this place to reach, not in this being to feel,
you are just nowhere...
You are the heart not in this flesh, not in this rotten memory,
you just don't exist... let the rain to take me away, let this pain stay awake..."
© Thymournia, 2014