Life seems to faded
But the morning glory
Is still out there
As slowly I move
Closer by your side
And the fragile soul this-appears
Luring me into the
Shades of the nights
And I am dying fast
Into your image of kites
Limbs are acting flawless
And the breath comes out
In white colors
Which draws me a line
Severing my inflamed life
And my Endless patience seems
Distant far away
Facing the shroud's Nightmare
As slowly I move
Withering rapidly in your tears
Falling apart into the
Shades of the nights
(And I am dying fast)