I´ve become brittle
decayed and corroded filmy
Last hit would wipe this ghost to eternal
Paces of the dark ravine
to somewhere my eyes can´t follow
I stand on them and sigh goes through me
Is it fear or just the wind?
I forgot myself somewhere there
Not a single mirror can reflect my picture from now on
not a single hand reach my incorporeal face
Too far away from this land but still not close to death
Not a single eye can see my tears growing inside
My essence, so brittle
I´m broken like a porcelain doll fallen too high
I look at with eyes of dying and eyes of sinner
sing out all I carried until here
I´d miss reaching, gentle hand
if it wouldn´t go straight through me
Towards someone else
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