Poorly painted mornings, among dark threatening clouds. Ruffled dreams in free fall. Your leap into the void, into that gulf there is no return. Unfinished brushstrokes from your smile, in the old painting I'll never finish.
So many nights I remember you!!!. My gloomy dreams attract otherworldly creatures. Spectral beings ripped apart the last reductions in which my desire to live was hidden.
I look at her, and in her greyish spots I see you. I see you coming back from work, with the blinding glow of your eyes. In your new dress. Telling me the office gossip.
I drop the cold blade, I open my soul to the ground. I see you coming dark messenger of death, ride fast through my veins. Ride fast, to ..