Whirling away on this song of solitude

Everything melting, swirling before my hands

These hands, that can sculpt life, but instead paint death.

Colors mix with sounds, so natural and grotesque.

This feeling of comfort, of warmth throughout my limbs

Mesmerized by the sounds of silence.

The colors of darkness.

Poor souls, lost on their way to the Promised Land,

Plea for help silently through the darkness of the mind.

The bullets of despair, screaming their way to the heart,

Never to be halted by human hands, but by the strength of the soul.

Feel the breeze upon the skin, the soft caress of forgotten love,

The sighs of the lives departed, making their way to the Promised Land.

As I take this tragic journey through the depths of my soul

The rain it falls so slowly, liquid bullets on my skin

The rain, how it mingles together the earth and sky,

Who are destined to never touch.

Walking on the streets of broken dreams,

Cracked and disheveled after years of being trampled underfoot.

In a city of lost hopes and a city of lost voices

All within the depths of my soul.