I can’t go to bed,The sea calls me. It’s flawless, clear and impressing. My damnation is drawn in the sand,
Let’s take a walk, the moon – a disgrace, my face is drenched, my will leads me. After all, it’s a feeling of safety. I sail away, with my cold angel, We were here before.

The waves swallow the shore, I hide my knowledge in water. No letters to receive, no salvation. The clouds fight the soil without any regrets I’m falling deep.

My strange conception, seals my annihilation.

Banned in a cell my face turns white, the pain eats me alive, I surrender. Barely, faded, contanimative, the so called air. The moon enlights my closed eyes, can’t keep shining, they’re dying. I Still breath, can’t leave, I’m locked up, in the patron of life.

Control doesn’t surround me here, ghosts and transgressors, they want me, they fight with my forgotten guilt in life, they make me will-less to burn endless in their cold blood.