Winter slowly and like a sweet poison Inebriates the senses and freezes the heart like nourishment for flowers made of dust Grown in the hope Whitered the oblivion
Forgotten fields where flowers stillborn Immutable skies stars don’t shine Here is my home an abandoned place i can rest for an eternity and more...
Please me drown in this womb where life to ash Please let that the dust entomb Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…