What am I doing here
Trading inner grounds
Where sombre paintings
Shroud the chosen sundown?
And still I cannot find
A pale silence to escape,
Within myself I drown
Amongst this incognizant maze
"...Take this inhalation of black poison to your heart,
Breath out this blessing from your breast on our creation..."
At last I know
That all undone requests
Always remained in me
But concealed by my blurred will
At last I know.
