Sunday, May 2, 2010


Take a look at my hands, full of five fingers.
I move them throughout time.
If my tears werent enough I infused with the nature of the night.
Watching myself standing with a casted shadow,
as if almost travelling so far.
The rain hit the floor,
clearing the shadow and almost touching my eyes.
In a blurred vision you no longer could see me.
As I could no longer see the shadow that once felt like I could explain.
Whilst being cleansed away,
my reason with you is no longer alive.
My reason is the absolute departure of the unsure.

Take a look at my hands,
My Fingers lost.
The damned ones.