the mist tangles between my feet
the sea speaks to me crashing against the cliffs
the church bells call for a mass for the dead


winter is my kingdom
the rain silver arrows
and the snow an imperial mantle


I make no effort to exist
I just try to be a faint shadow
in this valley of tears
it is immoral to take the air from another person


let us sit on the edge of the abyss
and let the seduction of emptiness trap us
to make it worthwhile to live another day