My heart is empty as a grave,
My penalty black as the coffin,
When I am empty I hear no sound,
The forest of life has no more life,
...
In your moment of doubt
The thought of change floats
waving across your mind
caressing your mind's temporary fever.
...
Scribe your name with the tip of a feather,
Your sweat as the ink
And your grave as the post.
Write a letter of your past
...
What is ice
but water set to a certain temperature
What is peace but
an illusion for the hopeless
...
Delicious Night
Oh night,
Oh how sweet you are to the heart and to thy soul,
...
Empty
My heart is empty as a grave,
My penalty black as the coffin,
When I am empty I hear no sound,
The forest of life has no more life,
The winters syntax has no more Love,
Tell me what I’m doing wrong,
Tell me oh someone,
Why—Why do I feel nothing,
Everyone has gone,
No has left,
No more life,
No more whispers.
Floating is this vast sea of darkness,
The eagle flocks towards the sun,
As it’s the only source of light,
As it was devours, so is my hope,
For the only source of light,
Is the only source of destruction,
And as this black ink drips on this page,
The message conceived in your mind,
Is emptiness is...