the wind whispers
faintly
between where free will
and fate meet.
arriving as air
entering everyone's ear
as a voice unique for each
but the translation is the same here.
oracle siren
in the bed that i died in.
asleep in awakening
and here to betray me.
flames paint the night sky on fire.
her silhouette made of raindrops.
the fire only wants to rise higher.
the showers come now to make the flames stop.
smile your frown
but don't lose composure.
please leave this town
we are no longer frozen.
your screams will die out now,
only if the echo has no sound.