Shadows are finally freed to hover
The wintry landscape, apart from their mated masters
They seem serene as they dance childishly
As for my soul, it is floating over
Some greyish magenta
Watching me losing conscience from a good distance
Solaris is dimly shining
And he’s desperately trying
To pierce the pale wall of mist
Blurring his vision
I cannot exactly
Describe this weariness
In which I’m drowning
Yes, it’s possibly
The darkest day
That I’ve ever experienced
Yet misery doesn’t seem so heavy anymore
It seem more or less constant and relentless
Sorrow slips over me like rain usually does on soft skin
Oh, cold as marble stone
I’m overwhelmed
By this sudden state of neutrality, of weightlessness
I am lost trough an emptied Heaven
I sense that I am no longer alone in my foreign journey
Around me they swirl silently, those little aerial beings
Little angels of demise whispering music to my hear
Exquisite yet inaudible
I cannot understand a thing of what they’re saying
Silence is the beauty that I behold
Profound has an eternal slumber, holding the strangest of dreams
Blindly I follow
For I am simply drugged by their livid smile
I cannot stop… not now, so close… (to the unknown)
Frost is gradually spreading trough my veins
And toward my darkened heart
Crystallizing my blood after its passage…
Luring me far away from what I might have once called;
Home…
Those little spirits are slowly killing me, with Purity
I know now that they want me to die, as much has anyone else
And frankly, I don’t really care anymore…