Still drifting my paces through this misty dawn;
Still there, like a perpetual headlight for me,
Guiding my fears to my empty cage
Shedding my tears yet to have a trace,
For my long lost laughter loves longing like high Lune
And the tears that rain the shade
Hide the hollow hearse
Containing, in empty air, my smile.

I’ve lost the ground of men
And floating in this sharpened sky
My nailed pierced skin searches for sleep,
Yearning for the warm caress that,
Peering in silence to the ground,
Waits impatient for the bless of my detachment
Why not to die tonight?