I hurt myself.
Knife straight to the heart
And it paints there
The pictures of...
...of you and me.
The vision dwells upon
The shadows of the rage and cries,
That flow inside my veins
And keep me still alive.
Until this day...
Life ran, but stuck in the mountains,
Stabbed to the foreground,
Cut to fade away,
Fade away.
Becoming invisible - so suits for these days.
Becoming invisible - it's the last only way.
Memories wake up
And crawl against me.
Images bite and suck,
What I bleed.
White door cracks over the Holy land,
Desert has drowned in sour hail,
Ashes are released from the remnants,
The little remnants
Of me.
Becoming invisible. Sweet breeze in the head.
Becoming invisible. Snowflakes cover my name.
Becoming invisible.
Cool cool night.
Skull hangs on the moon.
For the unsleeping eye
New dawn will break soon.
Ноябрь 2010 г., Вильнюс
Dissolution
© Copyright: Томас Макарскас, 2010
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