The sun is broken
I've seen the scattered forms of glass
And time is reaching

The speed of a formless demon's flight

And you've become the queen of cloudy skies

And I need brightness

Lit mad fire


The nights end sooner
And words cannot shape hands and smiles

But not a single soul will weep

Once I thrusted the walls all around me

Once I rescued, the remains of my desires...

It's the whispering breeze, not me


It's the rain who strikes the blinds
And alone she left the clouds there trapped

But I was not there

Demons kill when angels die

In my head...

A sense of blind quest

Will raise my instincts to spread signs
Far beyond the ocean's end


Now, now I see what this can mean
Just an odd and perturbed mind
That is no longer to try so hard

This must be the scene to surrender and hold...