A Few Steps Into Darkness

As though you are fallen in

The avalanche of snow

And pour on thoughts full of scepticism.

The black rose on your breast

Makes you stupefy.

Deep below in the abysm

Away from human sweetness.

The black rose on your breast

Makes you poison your soul.

Your dying passion's gleaming

When the expired flare of your heart

Is flashing by in agony.

The stream of woven visions

Dissolve in a spacious ocean.

The black rose on your breast

Makes you transform into twilight.