The desolate illusion Repel the dense touch Attaching the virtues fate Completing the fade essence I run and bleed, without clothes Complex without course Shoot the water up Let dropping Fall on my face Hiding the thoughts of yesterday Reveal the new veil Tired of running, back to sleep Dreaming to flood streets Tales of whales Melting the existence Covering in the cold I leave the scene Burning skin Breath of tears Soaking the body Painting the behavior Unknown personality Beholding to carefulness Looking flowers in my mind.