From stain to pool, I traveled by blood
In a single slit, united with mud
On the verge of thickest oil to enlighten
A vermins disease continuously widen
They offered the world, at the shore so bright
Only I stand here with feathers, lost at a height
But nothing's clearer than in flickering slopes
The torn out splinters in the lungs of hope
I am a sunken vessel, The loathed purpose
Who drank the whitest drops and silenced the thirst
I crafted the sculptures wich hostage a lifetime
I painted the words that were lost in a rhyme