See the black eyes look once more,
window of matter enclose the concrete.
Show me please all but my core?
Even when Death wraps me in his sheets?
The breath of silence is on the corpse,
and all you see are the remains.
Yet you can't behold what has left the bed,
mirror on the wall, eyeless frame.
window of matter enclose the concrete.
Show me please all but my core?
Even when Death wraps me in his sheets?
The breath of silence is on the corpse,
and all you see are the remains.
Yet you can't behold what has left the bed,
mirror on the wall, eyeless frame.