All Is Silent

The shade of love gives me your hallucinationI need to endure the solitude, this awfull screamingTo the sting of the atmost chaos, where the primordial wichness is so hideousFor description...Thundering panthymonium, captured by horrorEverything around me appear like living blying image,The wind from the lake of memories, the cold climate gives to the solitude aTone of delight and psychic beautyWhy my god? Why even the light of your sun, is like the sparkling of a star,When it eraces and eraces...Maybe it could be a miracle but it is no so cold there is no turning back so IHave to go...