• The world spins against my will
    An arrow break through the shielded roses
    With my bloody hand - trembles as it reaches down
    Sensing the consequences
    Thunders strike down from the sky as the rain pours hard against my skin - it sting
    The wind brushes my hair - spreading coldness down my spine
    I froze - stop dead, watching hopelessness for the light to dim
    The rhythm so firm but soft become echo and meaningless
    The ashes dissapeared before our very own claws
    The shell opens with clear pearls that makes the sky heave with sigh
    The gravity that holds me, feels too weak under my feet
    I stumbled - fall down on my knees
    I called out but...
    As usual, the night stayed quietly still
    No one came
    No one really care
    My heart was broken
    Now, my soul is scattered....