Ultraviolentiae

I wish I could stop dreaming about you. After all those years you're just a invisible wound that i got. Still...I haven't found a way to get rid of you. Your Ghost keeps hunting me. You used to be in my dreams, now you're in everything that i see and think, you always find a way to invade my thoughts,my senses. I just cant trust anymore in what i see, I lost any kind of reality... I no longer exist... Maybe i am just a fragile fragment of life that your ghost carries. Take the color of the day, the light from sun, My smile has decayed. I... somehow.. learned to breath,to enjoy the pain, to live with your ghost and your haunting, somehow it

If i could i would close my eyes and forget that I'm here that I'm breathing that I'm living What kind of god there is on those skies that is watching the life that I'm living the things that I'm seeing Everything is getting old Grey Lifeless I regret so much things,i forgot so much things All the eyes were shut,all the smiles have decayed My dreams have become colorless visions of what could be if things would fall into the place they belong.

There is a strange expression when she plays the cello as everything around her starts losing its color her feet on cold ground her sore hands.. her pale face.. The sounds echoes on this old hall and its stealing the life of everything the books,the pictures on the wall,even myself. The sound dies as she releases the strings a empty smile on her porcelain face gives my life back