the smell of yesterday
decay goes around
rivers once so blue
magnificent and animated
deep, black and calm
the mirror of the present
What you call life completely smothered in sleep
Ruins are piling up
Broken bones and dead wood
Cracked walls
It's too late to start again< br/>like snow so fine, so beautiful
an avalanche of blood
lost souls soaked in lies
buried and forgotten
at the end of the road
/>a dying world