The cold of your eyes has awoken me once more, thoughts come back they make me remember that place,where I wait for you each another day of my defeat.
Something give me hazy hope just to reap me from the inside. I yearn for the sleep so much that my lungs are heavy of bitterness.
Once like the others I was waiting for wings, I didn't know you've not the one who could see them. On the dark fields i live and I deny of divinity. I'm the part of the place I created
Why weren't you waiting for me, alone now, somewhere there where your thoughts can't get in. I know that the stigmats are the part of the ancient times, They wouldn't allow you to come back and remind -what the rain has wiped for so long ago.