The fragments of the crystal past
The fragrances of the lighthearted times
Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life
Flying through the clouds of the empty words
Blood clots slip down on the cold glazed tile
The metal fog settles on a skin - delirium comes
Serpents swarm before my eyes
Filling my internal space
Overflowing an unwillingness vessel
Undesirable pastime
Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life
Life is not mine, life is passing by
Blink and pierce the flesh by a crystal needle
Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life
Life is not mine, life is passing by
The fragments of the crystal past
The fragrances of the lighthearted times
Staring through the glass eyes I observe the life
Blink and pierce the flesh by a crystal needle
Fly over the fields of human hatred
Comments (0)