Armand´s Sun

Have not you thought
this death would quietly go over,
this grace in thy light has now passed,
the swaths of dark waves,
are now lost in the sun.


Has thou not heard the screams,
burned under your pure white skin?


This ocean is now flowing into you,
until you're stuffed all the torments
that were once passed,
the time is past, the rain evaporates,
and the dead flesh is enough,
everything is finished and nothing starts the New,
in this slump of needles and rocks.


Gone is the sweetness of the night,
fully the tyranny of your pity, I feel nothing.


But thou shalt breathe, shall live, covet,
the end of my torment,
your existence shall be my proof
life is possible
to breathe when you break the chest,
take your leave,
morning and see me again,
between the words unspoken,
you do not dare to speak.