Inflorescence Of Silence

To see the wasteland beyond the time

And ravine of names,

That pull you down with those who fell asleep

Before the nightfall

Through the corridors, the pattern

Of the vicious walls

All the doors are hiding the path

In your first dream

There is a door beyond a door

There is no answer to the question

We follow the red thread of the blood

Trying to find the clue

Continuing the fall

Into the depths of dreams - labyrinth

One destination

For all, and break the chain

Wandering fire

In the unconnected streetlines

And my distorted face

In a reflection on the puddle

Inflorescence of silence

Is flashing with the stars

In the sky, beyond the faded depth.

And ashes, falling down on me like snow

The steps are so heavy, walking upwind

The lights grow cold

Beyond the ruins of houses

Adjust stone, and the chilling crest of flame

Is touching, is caressing them

The inscribed signs

The fire smokes, erasing the sense

Until it's pitch black and silence

Screaming and deafening

And my distorted face

On a reflection on a puddle

Flaccid sparkles of life are dying out

In the darkness with languor on the verge

The souls are smoldering in labyrinths

In the delirium of lost truth

The sense is guiding through the net of corridors

Until the bottom of the longed-for delusions

The pain is forgotten, the dreams are washed away

The gaze has stopped at the closed doors.