When i last saw sky was bloody funerals were fog

It will be my soul lightening lost forest

If it was easy to start the finished

I knocked to the missing shore like the waves did

It was not to bring back the faded sky but was to watch its vanishing ; that's my desire

The darkness i saw in your eyes offending me to the sky

And the darkener was my conceit

The stain to be was not enough and at the end blood of my soul flew and there was no

Beginning of an end it had to learn to bury the feelings in bloody funerals

It had to learn to cover it with bloody clouds in last full moon

It was the sky behind the vanishing clouds ; being reflected from your eyes