The candle flickers,
with every heartbeat
as if it tells a story
effervescently unspoken
it re-iterates, now.
To every bird, its wings
to every cry, its ache
Where does a Man go,
Identity of a restless soul?
Give it back,
take a little more.
Don't stop for nothing
that makes you blow down, anymore.
Who would listen to your empty cries
The world has a lot of hues to dry
The echoes of a distant rumor
transists upon some forbidden lane.
Welcome to this land, morbid.
To the enigma of nothing less.
to the nothing more that exists today,
Get out, if you wish,Its Now or Forever.
