This silence knows no bounds.
It taunts me, despite my intention.
Missing earthly rounds.
Half a man that once was full.
Life’s bitterest and final rule:
Death visits us in violence.
Meaning sought for such a turn,
Escapes the grasp of reason.
Avoid the truth, escape concern,
Denial is more pleasing.
The void comes one, the void comes all,
Despite our machinations.
The loss of faith is my great fall,
And affords no protestations.
We're all on a road to somewhere.
O zi minunată!
Island boy, city life.