Rootwater Visionism
I, I've got my own way
You've got another one
All but not understanding
I feel...
lost
I'm broken ,now it's too late
the valley of bones
the place where the hope is over
I stay alone
I stay alone
too weak to....
inspirit the flesh
the same exertion for the lovers
and exertion for the dead
only six boards needed
here ,instead of the past delight-
the tower of white nothingness
clean as the diamond is
smooth like death
( too weak to )
inspirit the flesh
There's a heat which chars lovers’ flesh
there's death which opens lovers’ eyes
there's a heat (too weak, too weak to go )
there's death (too weak, too weak to go )
which kills my light , (too weak, too weak to go )
the best of my flights (too weak, too weak to go )
there is, a brutal nail in
the center , at the ball of the white mirror
here ,instead of the past delight-
the tower of white nothingness
clean as the diamond is
smooth like death – I feel ...
lost
I'm broken ,now it's too late
the valley of bones
the place where the hope is over
now there's my way , my way
I follow your footsteps (too weak, too weak to go )
