Dying human soul and body…
Will coming with the final sigh…
Whispering ill tired voice…
Beyond the tragically crossed line of reason…
Apologizing with sorrow…
In solitude…
Coming out of silence…
Like a vault echo…
The death itself…
Talk to me…
My morphine sister…
For the last time….
Paradise on earth is like picked flowers…
They die unusually quickly…
Like a rainbow in the sky of bleeding youth….