I'm among the mawkish darkness, I want to sail with the charon in a barque, above the noctilucent clouds.. beyond the horizon.. Let my libation dried away, Let my mausoleum fell down.. what ever... Even let my soul do good things..
I made a mausoleum out of my body Tombs of the living and lost are encrypted beneath my skin Decomposing memories stains the carpets The foul scent of betrayal escapes through my ceiling, forcing me to run wild- in search of sanity in search of healing to feel again I made a mausoleum out of my body when I'm the only one dead