It's hard to see the colour
In a world which is fading
The sky is becoming gloomier
The ocean has lost its way
The bright city lights no longer stand out to me
They seem as dim as they are fake
The smell makes it hard to see the colour too
It gets stronger by the day

It's hard to see the colour
When people ignore others in pain
Our dreams have been forgotten
Maybe our world has gone insane
Just prescribe another pill
And see if things really change

I find it hard to see the colour
In a world that is so negative
Our world is falling apart
Yet we all seem to stay the same

How will you skip your own game now
In which once I lost my whole world?
How much illusions you will create more to avoid your own self?
I screamed for justice
I screamed for justice
I screamed for justice
Behind my every laugh
For my all tears
I didn't repress
To make her smile.

There he stood outside the windowsill waiting for the wind
to whisper in her ears, his soft call of her name
heed the faceless man, and there he stood, outside the windowsill.

Her soul awakens and her hand in her chin
fresh from the bathe of her blood. There Avernus and
faceless, standing outside her chamber waiting for the woman to fall asleep.

The faceless man then wanting to reside by her side,
softly lulling her into death, prickling her thumb with a needle of life and death
through the parallel of his world and hers — there he stood waiting for his muse.

He grows slowly and deeply, his stomach churning; savoring
her blood in his mind, he waits until she falls asleep.

Her eyes wandered through the thin port outside her room —
the trees harshly peering through her window,
it is as if, they were telling dark tales in the midnight dawn of the night.
Avernus then sang in his native tongue; his muse terrified at the sight of him yet there was
comfort between the wind and the chilly night outside her window.

“It’s cold outside, why are you standing there?” She called out.

The dizziness of the lifelong receded yet; my anxiety of being is all raging! In me, mortality is ash-gray and the idea of ceda is constantly frightening! My years seemed to fall fast and I have to leave this land! Mile treasures to sweep beneath me pile up: fragmented leaves of petals - I should be a living tree in a dying ray of fire and not cry out my uncommon selfish pity! Sadness bribes and as a volcano, there are hardly any pleasures in existence!
 
My blind moles-nights are lit by cheering skies even more so the spike of despair is stabbing me more and more! Perhaps you, as a lone Robinson, have seagull sighs and the grains of sand in the bribed Nihil deserts; and why is there an earthly voice that cannot answer to the immortal Universe, when you already feel: the great He is standing by you ?! Your inner adventure can't end this way either!
 
Your flaming presence holds in itself! - Caressing the stigma of pain and fear of creation! You can imagine the veil of Maya being torn off and he sees back with bitter lust on the Edenic altars of earthly immortals: you could be immersed in vain in the starry Infinite! Fearfully keeping his secret in the black chasm-deep; crystal gems of dried salts will burn in your mouth, even as your prison you will be locked in your snail shell forever! You may know for yourself: your insatiable restlessness generates thrombosis bombs in the catacombs of your heart.

When critics pierced my tar skull with pieces of ice drumming! Not a single missing shore could be reached without being so shipwrecked! Vermet-digging careerists threw killers and daggers, and the merit became caressing puppets because they could get an opportunity from Being to start something that had begun again! Anointed redeemers could not keep the Order, and the guarding prophets also slept and listened in silence instead of their Judgment words!
 
Thick-necked and small-style stici pups were plowed in narrow mouse paths; to become unfaithful natives to demotion who is Man because to stay?! Boiling jampec squirrels and disco kittens are making their way up the donkey ladder of the fashion trend, while their hazelnut brains are getting narrower! Even the proud civis proves only by text and not by his deeds; insane, no-man's-house Aarnoks get the job first because they know: the brain-shrinking **** has become fashionable! - Wrapped in flag jacket wings, you can't make a difference with a single garaboncia!
 
You can only run and tolerate like you know your loss! He who has constantly professed his convinced Truth is all being branded a treasurer and trampled wherever he matures! Lampshade is all about preparation! A worthy accomplice may still be skillful, but he cannot catch scapegoat mice! Rats zigzag between familiar pairs of eyes and easily betray each other when it comes to getting them! - In the channels of the night ether in the Eve costume, Angels parodying with single-stranded petal bodies offer their superstitious charms; perhaps they unconsciously imagine that they can get to know anyone in this form! Is the time of the guardian heads of families wasted?!

Of the deep-bottomed, sanda underworld of our transience, which night-veiled, crooking pin belongs to the Eurides and the Jimpec Orpheus: who will follow us with sincere faith?! Who can swim against the unbridled reality if there can be no more consoling sunset ?! A soft and incessant supplication admits the orphan contemplative always; there will still be a lot of hesitantly winding stairs in the future that send a omen with a dull tap - so be on the lookout!
 
Time is spinning and time is running out! Over the dials, the pulsating pace of ancient rhythms and cries! It might be a good idea to cling to the crossfire of warning gazes! On the velvet path of memories, someone is always looking for someone! It is futile to rephrase and ask missed questions! Unfinished ax-sentences, love nods after flirtatious movements of run damage; a ghost-moon hovering over gloomy towers hovers and sends its cursed wraith lights! In dim light, the universe faces often go out!
 
Exclamation marks on stones light up in more and more superstitious eyes that are rarely if you can guess how to get to know each other! Dressed in immortality minute-deep, when two souls can recognize each other, they become one Love s Love! Your child's vision of hopes of hope: dungeon-riddling, vengeful Angels are still quoting in the night and at the unlimited bacchanalis of V.I.P. parties they all celebrate the budding nas of their bodies! The exciting net of gray eyes is already all around me and the candle flame of lies is roasting my brain! - It is seldom possible to command instinctive flesh if emotions are already involved.
 
Symptom-band
 
A lavering, fluttering temper plagues my wounded bleeding heart with its snake tongues! I can hardly take my truncated works into the sensationalist hustle and bustle of the bustling markets! On my olive-scented, bronze-brown skin, I felt the silky Universe open its petal gates to me! Our kisses were both traitors and loyal to the core! The intertwined mist of sweat-pearls in our bodies seemed complementary as an excusable swamp sin! Flaming in the glowing fever of our thoughts, we just took each other's sensitive hands at once: our being became a redeeming current, and there circulated sensually, flaming with every flame in the primordial matter of our body!
 
For the last time, Total Betrayal could reach us in each other's delight: this is how we became each other's complex finishes in the Procrustean bed! Even the sniffing Being can sit next to us at any time! Our loneliness has been tempted and betrayed many times: there is no one-off way to find it! Even with denial, it stays the same as keeping it to yourself! In our grim world, the wings also fell out; dirt-laughter also hints at chaos for itself! The overwhelmed tempers are thirsting for sparks! Deadly desires bleed every day when there can be no one who can truly feel and understand! Even in our trite dreams, the machine belt continues to spin itself

Choking suffocates while the invisible saliva-honey of the Universe trickles; the liquid summer sun greeted with an impassive serene sky and could not hear the wail of the Earth! Vanity breaks down on me and the lost ignorance would roar in me - I will soon feel lost in this illuminated Space! I dig into myself as the deep wells of my hidden childish secrets bubble! "It's still night and the wandering shadows come back to my wounded heart to quench their thirst!"
 
The eyeballs of Silence squeak at me as they spit out, marching incessantly! Unspeakable action is constrained by Space and Time: Opened Opportunities by This Current Commissist Why does present have only foolish celebrities? Bleeding from a dense night, a beam of dawn comes up! Now I don’t know who will stay with me forever as an understanding friend or an immortal Dear?
 
Does the song still have food? Did you waste your sighs when the Will was forced to listen bitterly in me? Will you still have an answer to one of my monologues ?! As a watchdog, I just stop at the door of cherished homes! Among the trees with stripped skeleton badges, Death-chirping feathered chicks are growing! Inside me, I know, the rainbow of Hope would still fly while haunted by porches of hell! Words leap from my eternally active skull; the vulnerable child and the half-naked man have agony in me!
 
Do I have to live in anxiety forever ?! "If you could hold the eternal Dear Rebellion against my Destiny, I might as well hold on!" Who will have mercy on me from my drowning Death mood ?!