In the milky pearls that drown in azure,

Or in the auburn fire that burns your soul,

In the woody forest that whispers no more;

Or in rhythmic secrets amidst folklores,

Tell me where to look when galaxies fall,

When meteors crash and auroras call,

Tell me where to search when truth befalls;

When promises break and eternity crawls,

In the scarlet roses that adorn their graves,

Or the dewy mist that lines your gaze,

In the arcane words that you carved in caves;

Or the scented parchments you inked that day,

Tell me where to hide when the dawn awakes,

When the birds chirp and symphonies play,

Tell me where to veil when I witness your charades;

When saints sin with pride, by heaven's gates,

In the scorching ember of your fireplace,

Or the frosted snow etched on window panes,

In the howling wind that flew you astray;

Or the stringed stars who tampered with our fate,

Tell me my love ; oh where should I run,

When our letters turned ash to the aureate sun,

Tell me , just to whom I should've turned;

When you betrayed me in wars I thought I had won,

In these deafening crowds of sticks and stones,

Or mangled between those broken bones,

In those stained mirrors of stelliferous thorns;

Or at the end of a rainbow drenched monochrome,

Tell me where to sing when tragedy unfolds,

When you fail the harmony to de lune's chords,

Tell me where to venture when the Earth runs cold;

When winter ices with silver it's tales on my soul,

In the earthly wind chimes that went off at dawn,

Or those tinker blue bells that made you yawn,

In those lucid dreams amidst moon-lit lawns;

Or the raging nightmares that chalked you forlorn,

Tell me ; would you , when I can't tell myself,

That it has been brutal ; this walk through hell,

Tell me , now , that I can for eternity rest;

For this wandering has left me with lust for death.