My hands forward the unseen sun Perhaps it’s illusion of mine In the dawn of nothingness Trying to seize a new day from tears of skies Those tears are rolling on the window of my dreams Drying slowly in the fire of my cold passion for life However that opens my eyes to endless requiems of days And I am feeling missing in melancholic times Lasting or existing in shadows of mortality over and over Rewriting the diaries of tears on the torn twilight of mine Let the doubts bury me within fears of despairs Found me as I am still lost On every page of these diaries The failure to find But they’re dreams Dreams are still going on