With the morning's light, my hope breaks dawn
The previous day's miseries pass with eulogies
As life turns again, with mixed colors and time
My grieving heart is not healed, only oblivion
No feeling, nor pains to a beat of life's rhythm
Wind breathes upon skin, turning it bone white
The destination is so far from here, the asylum
I will live to spite the breaking heart, to endure
For my world is dying and exquisite agony pure
