Since my last drop of essence.
Only truth matters.
What heart can feel, and cover?
my mind cannot keep hiding the skeletons in the closet.
Frozen fears start to melt,
is there a way to forget,
and to start again from scratch,
with a hope in my hatch?
Burned salvation doesn’t count,
and the reasons to be bound,
Find a better way out,
as a well-trained scout,
beyond the sky,
try once more, to realize,
that the blackness from within,
can be colourful indeed.
Till the last drop of my essence…