Mirrors covered my hopes for endless mournful hours, hours of staring into me
As time passes in circles, surrounding fields of [bad word] – faithless I'll drown – free
I wish my fingers to bleed from a touch of grace
I wish my eyes to be wounded by a broken glass
Passionate to paint my dreams in daylight, beyond the fields of grief a path
Withered as your bright world, count dead hours under neurotic spark
To be heard in silence
To be embraced in the nights

Sometimes I feel I'm drowning
In this sea of despair and lust,
With salty tears like pilgrims
I'm witnessing my own demise,
Passionate to cross this border, [bad word] free at once,
To throw myself into the fire,
Immortal, I'll [bad word] one with the dust
Forgive me as I'm losing
I'm almost there… [bad word] – almost touching – so real – so close –
So much for fighting this psychotic state of mine

Do you know how it feels to be awakened as water covers my eyes?