Night , blackness , shadows in the silence . Those who define my entity
Existance of the dead light .
I'm the ghost who took the night as a refuge to spread the reality ...
Not like a mirror with its lies all over times... , i give the eclips of what should i do , what i did ...
Nothing seems like before , levels has changed and light has quit the veins ,
Colours was a lie , and truth is black .
We used to love lies we used to enjoy colours , now there is no sens of all of it , no more lies is no more feelings .
We used to escape our feelings
We used to hide our greed
We used to run over perfection.
We forgot what we are ...
We used to be dust painted with lies ,
I'am that ghost who was told stories , told lies about life , like it was going forever ...
I'am that one who lived trying to be .
Running for success and waiting for results .
Now i see the truth , and truth is black
Pure , honest , peaceful and far away from light pollution .
How can we describe peace if we know where we are or what we were about to do .
Peace is to be ....
