...Some people
pray to empty cans
and hope the sun will make
rain
in the absence of belief
They wait
and they dance until
the emptiness
becomes a threat to the
aria of illusion
So they panic and curse
and blame
the moonlight
howling
to feed the hunger of
self-inflicted nightmares
In the end
they find themselves
in the cradle of desperation
and believe
everything that
burns...