Abscondence Prt. II

My face is covered by
A mask that shows no failing
But my will is broken
The blossom has decayed

A last time I...
A last time I have to endure this pain

Pure beauty can only exist
In realtion to decease

Tears running down the face
While I stare into darkness
Possessed by the idea
To die a last time

A last time I close my eyes
A last time I have to feel this pain
I let myself fall...

Pictures of my life passing by
The spirit disunites with it's body