Departure

(...)
Descending backwards
Through the sleepless black
Washing the fire inglare
The small (...)

Breathing with emptiness
Filled with collumns of winter and night
The stinging sensation remains
Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain

The stinging sensation remains
Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain

(...)
(...)
What (...) there was a man
Through (...)

Your heart is barrenflame
You keep it above your head
Like a torch gone black
You dig in the dark
You dig in the dark

She spoke to me like hope was real
That peace was something I could feel