Silence is that of every cry
In the dark of twilight
Night is transformed upon the harsh frost
Fog creeps in like gout
Throughout every valley
And silent tears are in itself...
The Hunt1
Forgotten souls
Doomed to torture
Lost 'til death.
The heavens is red as blood
Soon no eye shall see
A spoiled animal through the night
I open my eyes
And I am no longer in me:
A spoiled animal through the night.
1. see commentary below.