Once the faith you [bad word] is fall out
Once the tree you earn is burn out
Branches smoulder, leaves are twisted
Whirlwind broke them all with hatred

Silent pain [bad word] much colder
Rain is pressing down the shoulders
Feeble flesh on desperate harbour
No retreat and no bright colour

Sacrifice is no more wanted
Such a reason to be daunted
Drops and tears on sleepy eyelids 
It thunders and water hits

This loss is more than just a falling
Thought of this will make you crawling
And seems that night is such eternal
But dawn appears

Home
Burns
Nothing
Easy as usual

Rain   
Washes the borders   
Cleans the surface
Holds the answers

Why
Why do I have...
Have to go through this?
Where is the [bad word] 

Why
Why do I have...
Did I deserve this?
What have I done? 

Just
Want to lay down
On a cold floor
Press it with cheek

In silence
Nothing to think
Being alone
Listen to silence

Just
Want to lay down
On a cold floor
Press it with hand

And then
Slowly turn turtle
To dissolve in this silence
And then fall asleep