the night has ended… yet the day at birth
the past has died …and sank with the moon
i am waiting the light …staring at the skies
no horizon and no sun appears
maybe its the end…
i will always remember the blinding sun of joy
and i will always call …the strength of life within
i will hide beneath the silence of your time
and i will always scream …salvation from this life
maybe it’s the end …of all the innocent dreams…
…no one can hear me now…
i miss the taste of warmth
coldness eats my bones
is this eternal night?
or july of crimson sea?