Dreadful is my hollow utopia
and it cries on my shoulders...

A notebook and a pen on the white table
broken lamp didn't illuminate deathly ninja...

I was buried alive, six feet under
and my cries went unheard...

I Dream In Infrared
Graphite sighs and darkened illusions...

Randomly I learned language of Gods
and then cursed their names through the window...

Hearing hisses of those silent killers
that dwell in grass in my lungs...

I love her!
Her blood is on my hands...

I can't be happy because I'm sad
I can't even leave the bed...

Take me by the hand...
Can you hear God's cries...

Open season,
let's hunt down all angels...

The God came down to Earth
to shoot the Angel that got away...