['This one is another bitter letter to a finally forgotten one. It talks about good memories falling apart, when you look at old pictures and cannot feel the happiness you had when you took them. Everything begins to die when we no longer regard these moments as eternal, even though we have always known nothing is. When we can imagine something dead, this thing is already dying.']
Almost catching the spirit again Recovering my deeds done in vain All the tears that I have shed When my ways were all misled Have shown me the other face of fate Have taught me the real meaning of hate Colliding truth and dreams - reality is worse than it seems
Searching, never finding the touch of God on my face The moment I died is written on the wall: a picture of me waiting on your fall
Almost reaching the silence again It keeps surrounding me until I surrender Thoughts bringing kindness and anger Both life and death embrace me together Shall I decide the side I'm in forever? Always at war with my conscience breathing the losses of existence
Building reasons to believe the lie Words smell like past - shall I speak my last forging limits to my private sky could not be that fast - afterlife's one more test