اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This is a daylight descending
Into the miscarried rivers of sorrow
When even words seem to be pieces
Matching a fathomless chasm of decadence
At the loss of everything mundane
The clearest substance whispers
Grasps my wrists
To hold them against
The surfaces of a lethal trance
Transition, a knowing kept always warm
To open doors everyday
To find the one that closes behind
To find eternal darkness
To leave the precipice of life
To open doors everyday
With damaged tissues, moistened bandages
To find fearless, flawless, faceless beauty
Over the bonds of human minds
To comprehend, to subside, to dissolute, to dematerialise
From the highest peaks a nameless sacrifice
Is offered as a half-bled prey
To open and be devoured by the gates to the outside
