Shadows are finally freed to hover...
The wintry landscape, apart from their mated-masters,
They seem serene has they dance
childishly
As for my soul...
It is floating over some greyish magenta, watching me losing conscience from a good
distance...
Solaris is dimly shinning,
And he's desperately trying to pierce the pale wall of mist, blurring his vision
I
cannot exactly describe this weariness in which I am drowning
Yes... it's possibly the darkest day that I've ever
experienced
Yet misery don't seem so heavy anymore,
It seem more or less constant and relentless?
Sorrow slips over me like
rain usually does on soft skin...
Cold as marble stone...
I'm overwhelmed by this sudden state of neutrality... of
weightlessness
I am lost trough an emptied Heaven...
I sense that I am no longer alone in my foreign journey
Around me they
swirl silently, those little aerial beings
Little angels of demise whispering music to my hear,
Exquisite yet inaudible
I
cannot understand a thing of what they're saying,
Silence is the beauty that I behold,
Profound has an eternal slumber, holding
the strangest of dreams
Blindly I follow,
For I am simply drugged by their livid smile
I cannot stop... not now, so close...
(to the unknown)
Frost is gradually spreading trough my veins,
And toward my darkened heart,
Crystallizing my blood after its
passage...
Luring me far away from what I might have once called;
Home...
Those little spirits are slowly killing me, with
Purity
I know now that they want me to die, as much has anyone else
And frankly, I don't really care anymore...
