nous on broken wings
blown away
blends in other thougths to
evergrey
grows an enforced frown
in teardrops while
i forgot
the language to survive
my eyes
are duller and strained than before
no delight, in my eyes
all i tried
like flowing sand in my hand
unrecognized by my withered eyes
hopes in blisters cause
a cold embrace
and blench in front of my
invalid haze
in tears i´m bearing
my disguise
the sea of craving
lies so quiet