Not a single sign from destiny  
in the stench of a rusty playground
sounds like your little funworld falling apart
Not a silent word
from drowned swollen angels
Things just can’t be the same
when you have seen your own corpse
staring back at you from a mirror’s frame
Ophelia of moonlight, Narcissus of frailty
sleeping for eternity
just to dream of a loved one once more
Dust and water lilies
inhaling life under a blood red sky.