Trophy Of Wasted Breath

Immensity of glances at distorted fingers

Precisely drawling every scream with concern

Murderous words and strictly essential

For to fill a black whole of hearts of a few

With stench of lust once

Now with spikes of egoism

I'm piercing all of these eyes

Worthy of those marble wounds

Villainy carved in paper

Human words against divinity

And against notions to fall

Countless enormous spaces

Aquired before by thoughts

Perhaps written, trivial, repeated

With difficulties I overcome

And with greater effort

I compose them in few known signs

Albeit I didn't want to get to know

Anything at all throughout my whole life

Sufficent was the acid that anaesthetizes

Absolves and puts me to sleep within horror

Where even though I am the sun

I am capable of heating only other stars

Yet by rays of frost I'm craving to slaughter my own galaxy!

How odd to you is the taste of this opium!

While wisdom is completed with uncertainty

Yet not inborn and fed with anger

But with bitterness that accompanies

Falling of every temple

The falling of meaning above all

Therefore thick emptiness beyond first exhalation

That should feed with hunger and answers not to come

So as to absence of values of values deprive

And make comprehension a trophy of mine

Trophy of wasted breath