Trapped of the resounding beginning.
Lost vibration in the dance of generations.
Child of the cosmic serpent
dissolving in the dust of passing centuries...
In love with girls from another metaverse
which leave a sepia in my soul ...
My hands wrinkled like ancient trees
begging for a kiss of bark
and the sap of my trunk
would embrace them ...
But they\'ll die in the warmth of a dream
and one of them will bear my mother ...
Yesterday\'s loving words ,
bitter diamonds oceans
to the princess ball ,
first date with sadness...
Blood of sliced flowers
thrown over fresh graves
of the fallen in the trench ,
among these radiant widows
my mother carries me within her sphere...
creature with yellowed face
who was loved in the garden of forever
by this hero in faded memory...
On this path of embers ,
destiny frozen in the bosom of amber,
no one will help me unravel
the lunar node enigma ...
Son of the silent Uroboros
who asks no question ,
doesn\'t give answers ,
feeding on its galactic flesh ,
I did not choose ...