In dark riverbeds where eternal thirst flows incessantly
You guard only darkness, my distant friend.
The night wind spins in the sky and sings.
Endowed with broken heart and fatal dreams
My pain is bound in chains, restrained.
I exist only in the cracked, dry stitches
and in the seams of the oldest tree.
Falling forever from skin into my soul
Waiting for death’s sweet song.
Surely, those soft footsteps are hers
come to carry me home, sweet oblivion.