Then you will suffocate me more
Till I run out of breath...
And I linger in the garden of despair and mess
Where shards of your dreams pricked my feet
Your incessant turmoil stabbed my blurry eyes
In the heavenly friction when worlds collide
Flares your flowing colours and mine died
Stillness in your stone stature remains in flow
I burned and turned to ash left hanging by smoke
You layed lasting in between death and resurgence