Shine Behind A Half-Closed Door

Die away the first candles, reserving a trace of heat, I enter in hardly the slightly opened door whence bright light makes the way. How people, the God can long die? How long our attention will be switched to stools and tables when it is necessary to think of will? Asking these questions, I do not reflect that it can be and a devil... Setting a rhythm to the sun, space disagrees with human mistakes, but forgiving them in own way. Hours tick in the distance... Time forward has come to leave. Further, through a corridor I move directly to what that to another... Not that I have got used to represent that here. And taking away another's showers, here there is You... Blinking slowly, you silently look at me and start to see, I feel it on shine in your eyes, that before you not the mere mortal, and a guilty monster with one, and the pure child on the other hand... Everything, will suffice. Light dies away, in the sky evening fires light up. I sit on a rock, recollecting a recent adventure, And my heart fades, with one feeling accompanying this adventure with me together... Leaving a bloody trace on my soul, And letting out together with blood poison, it dulls that pain invisible to other people, But much more real for me, rather than those illusions sent to me by daily occurrence. All. While.