Grains of pink sand in my hand slide,
I drink the crimson ink from the land of love…
Girls descending from the sky in an ocean of light have touched my naked skin…
It's late, too late ;
'm falling back into the void.
Some distant sounds are vanishing in the air,
a drilling noise leading me back into my grave.
The fall of my body means the rising of my cage.
How long shall we wait in this cold rain now ?
Images of human beings in red and blue are still dancing around my head.
I see them speak and look at me but in the end silence is complete.
Silence is perfect ;
I'm no longer trying to fight…