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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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