never encountered such rare emptiness
i carried it on my shoulders and o' it's heavy!
'tis may be the worst of all the existing paradox
even words that came from lips of angels
couldn't erase unnecessary bad noises
sempiternal murmurs from the day behind
still fathoms what should i have for day forth
i am the epitome of furtive disaster, but poetic
inside these walls are colors of the universe
peculiar and dazzling but has no beauty
and no one has enough valor to come in
except those thieves disguised as affection
who offers faked elixir in exchange of their fantasy
and do trust me when i tell you this:
time may rush you, but you can't rush time
to heal, to feel, to taste the sweetwater
down the mount of false hopes and disgusting fallacies
no matter when and how it will be done
as long as my presence lives, so as stigma
my story shall end without denouement