Where can I find myself now?
Desires had gone with the time
I feel like my soul is falling apart
Leaving the tortured flesh
Trying not to forget the person
Who I have always been
I'm getting lost in this cold void
From which there's no return

Words spoken yesterday burn out with the beginning of new day
I'm the reason for the tragedy that’s thriving here
Conclusions are like raindrops flooding canvas of my world
Blurring all the painted colors

The bleak reality has been exposed

My fate is fragile like a mirror’s surface
I, the creator inspired by emotional chaos
Tears are the ingredient of this nightmare
Where the misfortune has countless faces

Pointless journey, the boundless waters will finally engulf me
Gallery of my memories sunk under the waves of perdition
I am the ghost of my own works, which symbolize the pathetic end
Paintings of realms between which I drift alone

The path I have known is now gone

My fate is fragile like a mirror’s surface
I, the creator inspired by emotional chaos
Tears are the ingredient of this nightmare
Where the misfortune has countless faces

In this labyrinth of disillusionment I've lost a part of my humanity
Becoming empty, lifeless shell
Taste of failure plunged my mind into darkness and despair
I am trapped in the coldest depths

Shadow covers my soul, condemning me to the madness
The canvas loses its colors, slowly fading in front of my eyes
All the tears I've gathered so far are falling down like the heavy rain
Irrevocably distorting the water, where my inspirations are reflecting

My fate is fragile like a mirror's surface
Misfortune will make it break

I am the wanderer lost in dimensions
Forgotten element embedded between the stars

Breathe life into me
Lend me your colors so my last picture will not fade
Save my art before it will drown in the depths of perception
Insane gaze that looks at reality from different perspectives cannot find itself
If I continue to wander in dimensions, my legacy will be flooded by the rain

My heart is consumed by the coldness of relentless woe
The meaningless desires are stuck in the eternal frost