I walk the maze of Moments,
But everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning,
but never finds a finish.
Who can tell me if we have a heaven?
Who can say the way it should be?
This world we live in is dying.
Who can save it now? Surely not I.
Why can't I stand in the midst of this love,
who is to say I never strove to live in the same way as you?
I am never called into the arms of love.
I am utterly alone in my castle of solitude.
No one calls -where are you?-
I never answer -I am here...-
Where do tears fall?
In the darkest corner,
at the highest height,
in the darkest hour
of my darkest night.
On the barren earth that has been ripped
thousands more times since I was born.
Into the palms of my hands,
which are covering my eyes
so I will not see my surroundings.
On the feet of the people I long to be with most...
on the limbs of those who do not accept me.
A dark place, where nothing is visible except my pale skin. Even that is fading.
I am shrinking away out of thought and memory, becom