The Chasm

The Scars Of My Journey

The Chasm


When life has ceased,when the termination of the traditional 
spirit and catastrophic barbaric desolations surrounds 
the core of my linear cold menace,feeling the power 
and reflection of the inner winterwich is always present 
in this cosmic landscapes of sorrow.
Are the winds and whispers ashes of an ancient memory 
which tries to release the thousand pictures of agony?
(that lies dortman in the rustand and frost of my 
cosmos within...) Shattered and deceased all the 
once bright possessions, that lead this strangeland 
are now just a feeble flame in my soul...