كلمات Gamma Knife

I cut my pain with the ghost of a knife In silence And nothing drained from my veins to the carpet Drops on the glass, I have nowhere to go today And the umbrella in miles of dust in the hallway Reading a book from the shelf (in miles of dust) From day until night Pale, glowing candles in a line like angels I read aloud the words that were whispered in my ear By the wind that rattles the windowpanes Words cannot express Nor shudders A phantom blade in the gathering shade A breeze in the hallway Tomorrow it may rain again I will not leave and Nothing will be disturbed