Though the color of the sky never changed,
My own soul looks so different now.
Yet the sound of the wind is still crying,
But my hears can’t stand this angelic melody.
This silence of mine keeps me insane in wait,
For I am your coldest desire.
Humanity lingers in the hallway with my feelings
As if I was a toy controlled by their supremacy,
Though I don’t give a **** about them.
So now as you walk across the room of sadness
Here me stalking by the night,
And face your life through eternity.
