Your face on the cover
all of your wishes reflecting the nothingness.
Empty eyes, voices around you
barely talking. The sun is gone,
over your skin. All of a sudden
knocking at your door.
Who is the stranger, who’s the thief?
You ripped out your own wings
craving for a new despair.
Over and over
again and again
you spent all your honey.
Empty pockets, broken soul
not a single gaze for Charon
not a coin for the wishing well.