So close to the ruins of time
They die
So far, far from your life, as wind
My hands old from the self
The void of memories in my head
Tremble inside nowhere to hide
And nowhere to run
Hours of death screaming inside
Broken mirrors of hope
I'm bringing more grief
Faces of light bound in the sky
And break from this prison
Cherish the memory of
Mirrors of truth bent down in lies
As stigmation runs
Inside my only reminiscent
Thought that I’ve hidden in
Helpless
My final days
The blind earth
Dying alone
