Description (inglês)

What am I but a constant perspective

In a feeble and wheregoing point of view

Reaching the perfect stance of collision

Alien to all incoming alterability

A monochrome picture of scenery

The pulling of the theatre's doll

Into pretended wings of away flying

And thus ever going over the abyss

Nowhere found a second time and again

Nor a fond sight to be closely looked upon

The fiend of a past and distant fiend

And it's slightly undrawn red mask

Two disclosures separated forever

Closed doors and windows shut

A mountain embracing the Sun once

Now of immutable wide open and watery eyes