this night, alas, I have nothing else to do
but carrying the despair of my being
trough the shadows of darkness
I was only me when I was with you
when I was a preacher of wise words that danced for you
in clever ground, in machine-type thoughts
relentlessly I fought
and lost.
Torches of spirits come to me
to the crystal palace of eternity
you exist there, inanimate, automaton
but you kiss me
and nothing else matters.