Unto star-broken pre-welken sky
A thought, from tobacco haze
A scent of Equine memories
Please, put this side out
Can I show my face now?
This sadness dawns
A chance to watch another distance
Should take the blame
This new dawn fades
We shared a drink, stepped outside, an angry voice separated and cried
Drawn into this night again
The blood of others is still of a colder substance
No one could see the coming of…
Then, why is there essence, memory than nothing?