Solitude – truth in absence
A million light-years away…
(chorus:
A barren abyss – broken
In pieces, flaking frozen)
Stewing, swirling, slow motion labyrinth constellation
I alone speak with the wobbling sun
It cries to me as it licks stars clean
(Repeat chorus)
“But even though my fire has grown cold, its embers burn…
…My embers have the patience of piranhas.
In my renaissance, my tongues will be trees.
I will vomit thunder through teeth made of mountains.
So many tides have flushed my age away
And with it worn darkness to grey.”

INVIA LE CORREZIONI