" Lying on the grayness of an empty space
my lonely soul sleeps with its growing pain
but dreaming is something that just disappeared
taking all away, ripping off my skin
and it's dark, and it's cold
and the soothing charm of the wind blows no more
and there is no candle to see what is real
and the most blinding light looks like darkness from here.

My pledge for forgiveness and my trembling voice
were trapped in the whisper of a silent noise
it's not fake, it is true
the color of happiness in my heart turns blue
and my cry is in vain
'cause my tearless eyes got dried in the rain.

And no pity falls on my dying skin
no merciful fate awaiting for me...
I shall be burned in with my own words
Be held my tongue in my mouth!
I should be drowned in my own sorrow
I should be dead for tomorrow".

R. Taylor._