That braided hair has a silver lining
Using your fingers to comb it, is kind of tiring
Those single threads are sharp enough to cut your skin
Like the spider web that caught its prey.
Knocking on the colorless door...
Your fainted soul will be devoured by insanity
Passion toasted in fiery pot
Turning the canvas of afterlife to nothing
The earth pours out fears rather than tears
Truly human lips lie without second thought