Silent is the night

Blurred is the sight

Obscure are my thoughts

Red are my hands

I hear the winds that brings the death

I see the darkness that takes the life

The abyss of the mankind feed my lust

The weak beauty of their denied sorrow

Tears of waste drops on my bleeding skin

Colours darkened as I bless my life with wounds

The wounds of yearning

The wounds of end

This insignificance of this life

This dismally world in that we're captured

The meaning of life futile and indifferent

Finally life gives way the reign of death