Regret to Essence

The night fall dressed in black

tears and torments

are spiling from the sky

upon the land of sin

thunder explode the silent of dawn

from the land of the white dreams

with brutality take of my soul

setting free in my memory

scenes of an old moment

falling down as an angel without wings

I return to the begin

Though the wall that apart of innocence

Washing the begin of the way of the end

The stage of dramas and puppets it´s opened

Is this life?

Or sarcastic delirium of cray goodness drifing forever

Sowing their monster and creations

Now the white pages will be stain

For the impure blood and from the blood

Will stand the lines of affiction

Like parts of sad poem

The innocence is braking

Asn his pieces falling slowly

As dead leaves in autumn