Clarity

Beyond this tomb of powerlessness

The abismal fear of my existence

Translate the opaque vision of my death

In the empty of this room

I shall be forever raptured

By torture and sickness of my mind

Fading

The shape of the things, the light is disappering

And it's molding my wicked being

All your beauty was even

So nothing remained to feel

Only crooked memories

Slowly I'm falling into my own regret

Distress... And pain

Feelings joining into one

Increasing despair

The doors closed by the scars of life

There is no reason, and nothing remained to be said

This is the end. Forever

I will feel this empty wound in my heart

Burning, in cold ashes

Pale and deafening lamentation

In dense layers

I will feel this empty wound

Although masked, in my heart

But burning, in cold ashes