Life seems to faded
But the morning glory
Is still out there

As slowly I move
Closer by your side
And the fragile soul this-appears
Luring me into the
Shades of the nights

And I am dying fast
Into your image of kites

Limbs are acting flawless
And the breath comes out

In white colors
Which draws me a line
Severing my inflamed life
And my Endless patience seems
Distant far away

Facing the shroud's Nightmare

As slowly I move
Withering rapidly in your tears
Falling apart into the
Shades of the nights

(And I am dying fast)