Thousand are the words
As I close my eyes
And drown in my little
Prayer for nothing
Like dust dissolving in a water
Too deep, too cold, too dark
I paint a pale imitation of happiness
With the weak brushes of
Passing desires
I portray the thousand pale signs
And the thousand bright years
Wasted after the illusion
Of a no meaning life
While everything disappears
Like a child begging for mercy
I close my eyes and save
A last prayer for nothing
Waiting for an end that
Never comes.
