You Are Converting Inside
And You Can Find Only Emptiness
Your Mind Is As Black Hole
In A Hug Of Endless
A Fall In A Depth Of Eternal Emptiness
Permanent Urge To Find Out Its Essence
There Is Not Way Back From This Journey
It Is A Journey To The Second Bank
You Are Wading Across Your Styx
The Black River Of Loneliness
Rising Inside Your Heart
On Your Crying
A Dumb Echo Of Vacancy Is Answering
Spiritual Dying
In SpaceOf Cathedral Of The Silence
You Can Find Only Your Shadow
That Is Staying Like Crying Witness
That Is Warning With His Silence
That Although Among The People
You Are In Reality Alone
