there is no any sound of any being or a hurtful noise
and this solitary confinement has been my very home
there is no more room for sorrow, no cause...no choice...
...skies are blood-red of every infant’s cry
the cities are woe-filled of every soul’s endless fall
suffer your memories, stand still and face the solitude of thine
and know that no light, neither no one for you will arrive...”