Nowhere's where you came from
And mute was the language you claimed
It is safer to long for nothing
As no sadness darkens your face
All this we did for you
The days remain their steady pace
I'll cradle your hopes like vice grips
You'll yearn for nothing again
In my dreams I stood in field... but now I fear
That I'm steadily going insane
Not anxious waiting anymore, but fear
To face my possible memories
Sons and daughters
Of most unfortunate end
Neck deep in a sea of poisoned waters
Witness as everything ceases to re-begin
Motionless and unharmed
Her touch like thousand suns
White hot on my sharp body
Whispers spreading over the oceans
And reflected back again
And we bathed in deathless touches
Wntwined as there was
No one else left
Fabrications of existing
Fabrications of moral ground
Fabrications of having any value
To no end