can't move out
sometimes calling with a big shout
until the death  
always take a little breathe

where your days are running,
purples are divine,
nights are so long,
playing with a shadow song

the loop
makes it prove
the vortex
shadowing my visual cortex

the sad song from all the songs
longing longs
dreams coveting underneath a wings of dark
within an arc

the eyes shut
within the dreams a dream cut
hope, as a piece of ice
within the dark and shadow twice