This apathy consumes me

Laying with crows

I watch somebody else's decadence

The figure reflected on the mirror is morbid,

Like a minguant moon in a dark blue sky

An entire life dedicated with pieces that fall from demons wings... The guardian angel and the killer are the same,

Someone who's decorating with white roses a thing that will be my grave

Please don't put plastic flowers on it,

They're dishonest,

There's no love to make grow realistic petals... This apathy is a calm way to deceive myself

Fallen once again beyond my violet flames... Wait in green labyrinth tonight and I'll kiss you

Though my apathy makes me leave you... After all I'm still asleep,

Still lie to myself that it was just a dream,

Like glasses made of my apathy...