Moizefala

I'm dead
The shadows don't let me see
And my life
Would make a monk renounce his faith
My longings
They make the wish even more pitiful
And my dreams
They have been repeated so much
I prefer to stay awake

I can't convince my soul
What do you wait for?

Waiting for love letters
That without light are only illusion
I know that pain writes them
Words that leave me speechless