Behind a vague line
I saw the silhouettes of the ancient times
And those puppeteers mocked at the people
For every second went away

In those twenty two minutes
I cried my heart out
Because the rain wouldn't stop and those dreams wouldn't die
But my body worked fine and my defence was stout

But it's more like an erosion
Taking away everything from behind
Leaving in those pitiless hearts
A morose anger and a sadistic charm

The souls got lost
Every ligament detached
The feelings sloshed and fought through the acid
All the attempts proved to be a fiction

It was the last morning
And the last night of the life
It was the last time
She spoke
They spoke
And then
The artists painted with a devilish grin on their faces
Those stories
Those lies
That darkness