Thousand Are The Words

As I Close My Eyes

And Drown In My Little

Prayer For Nothing



Like Dust Dissolving In A Water

Too Deep, Too Cold, Too Dark

I Paint A Pale Imitation Of Happiness



With The Weak Brushes Of

Passing Desires

I Portray The Thousand Pale Signs

And The Thousand Bright Years

Wasted After The Illusion

Of A NO MEANING Life



While Everything Disappears

Like A Child Begging For Mercy

I Close My Eyes And Save

A Last Prayer For Nothing



Waiting For An End That

Never Comes.