it feels like it's the time of tears

silence

i long for the red of rage
           (these times i see only blue)

and now there is no black to welcome me (oh where are the chromic colours?)

these lands echo emptiness i am deaf, so i watch the pictures that gnaw me

tell me of technology so dark, my mind reels, i wish to wield the sword, take
the pain
            (i have heard that martyrdom is only for the blessed)

you, something vague forms, calling behind thousands of crystalline webs of
despair
                                        deepest are the cuts of knowledge

waiting for some silent offering to awaken me from this deep slumber
                 (time builds it's walls around me even as i speak)
the yearning
               ... to go down blazing