Where do you knit this dark veil oh night. How do you create that frozen
it is the night as it makes appear where you passes.
Why do you borrow the lonely footprints in the sand and hide the tracks of those who wander
Where do you hide the dying man that walks lost in his failures, living on his bitter moments of sorrow and covered with pain
Dark humid morbid night.
What do you hide behind this dark veil
What mystery do you keep until the dawn? Another life have place in this mystery.
When the daily life seems foolishness, the day is not pleasant anymore. And so the night becomes a lifestyle. Maybe the only way to hide your failures.
Diving in this frozen dark covering
And waiting for it to vanish
With the sunrays