it's unworth sometimes opening eyes
and rejecting dreams carrying suffering
groping through the alleys of unfulfilment
and despising the death
tears are like lava that burns the soul
and all desires and cravings (are)
hazy remembrances are a mirror
long time ago crashed by the breath of time
and all sounds have calmed down
my eyes
my words
my heart
too weak and noiseless to last
my pain
my hands
my blood
too imperceptible to live
can you see that dim light
it's eternal
everlasting like the wailing of cemetary wind
fondling the cowered corpse
tears are like lava that destroys desires
and the past and the future are like faded leaves
is there any sense in the nonsense of being?
only solitude
and my heart
black from pangs
slowly stalling
all is platonic