Among Shadows of Strangers

Once again,shards of a forgotten state
recollecting onyx and opals for another day
Dreams in nightmares eventually fade away
hate is in harmony with ourselves

On this ground I often feel as if suffering
has been reassembled trough wrong conditions
I don't need anything,I don't want anything
Don't need your sympathy or recognition

How hard can it be to find a way of recreation
a form of inner peace and find serenity on meadows
I find even less sense in what should be logical
born on a dune among shadows of strangers

Worshiping the beast
nothing was the same
in these moments past failures
among shadows of strangers
ash storms create again
but not alone
just on my own