Isolation
there´s no frantic pace
in this place
there´s no sign of life
in his wilt face
shadows moving no longer
they shut his door
he passed all hopes
his heart doesn´t beat anymore
the division of dead souls
walks in resignation
a funeral procession
to static stations
isolation
here the old man lays
for eternal days
his eyes blinded
his hair greyed
he must walk in isolation
he cut adrift
with my flowers
in his rigid fist
the division of dead souls
walks in resignation
a funeral procession
to static stations
isolation
