- Dualism
Worn down by the frantic stillness of modernity
The soul yearns for desire
One that is slowly fading, beneath the loss of meaning.
So complex, conflicting, the wants of man
The pleasures of flesh, nature's decree
No less than the longing of the spirit
- Quivering
An idea that made the soul stir
Words transformed into deeds
Deeds into ink, ink into memory
The embers became silent
A glorious day.
I curse you, Sun, for I know
- Sol Medius
The horizon, an unfathomable darkness
Beacons of light within, gleam dimly
From the farthest of existence.
The offspring observes
A history written in reverse
Leading to
One Exhalation.
- Vanishing
There is an invisible thread that binds everything, thin and fragile.
I must have cut it, because I hear the song of the leaves and the wind
But I cannot feel them.
Though, if it was called Spirit, God, or self-deceptive hope
Then I have no regrets.
Screams echo within the forest.