When I last saw sky was bloody funerals were fog
It will be my soul lightening lost forest
If it was easy to start the finished
I knocked to the missing shore like the waves did
It was not to bring back the faded sky but was to watch it's vanishing; that's my desire
The darkness I saw in your eyes offending me to the sky
And the darkener was my conceit
The stain to be was not enough and at the end blood of my soul flew and there was no
Beginning of an end it had to learn to bury the feelings in bloody funerals
It had to learn to cover it with bloody clouds in last full moon
It was the sky behind the vanishing clouds; being reflected from your eyes