As I sink into nothingness from
empty desires
What is a dire emergency
If I die on a vine?
There\'s so much helplessness in line!
The love I have lost is dreadful
I want to waste my existence on earth
For what is earth\'s spell?
And the passion resides within
True love never dies on a vine!
I lie on my bed
Wasteless instead,
What passion comes in the form of
suffering
When suffering is just the beginning?
For the beginning of love is rare...
And truth is the truth of all
My roses fall to their knees
Hoping for another worthless passion
While forcing themselves to rot,
What faculty shall be driven to this
While my heart leaps from nowhere to
nowhere?
Oh this noiseless passion
Abstaining the walls
I find myself in treason once again
The flowers that breathe light
A nose that is out of sight,
I find myself alone.
This wild passion I endure
Releases these pearls of freedom,
A freedom I can\'t explain
A freedom that shall remain...
The passion is crucial
I guess,
Oh what is this raging mess
That is worthy of a worthless rest?
I find myself alone.