With Mournful Eyes

A dazed vibration wakes me

From the confluent hiding of time and space

A new world is born in my body

My pain turns to nothing

On its palely diaphanous horizon

This is the last moment excelling the flight of time

And from the shade of fear

I recognize myself

With stabbering flotation

From the mirror of darkness

The past looks back with thousand faces

And from the distance

An icy hand touches me

An all-defeating icecold hand