Breath for Dead

LIKE IN A SHALLOW GRAVE
MY FAITH IS SITUATED
I HOPE THAT MY MISSES
CAN HEAR MY BREATHING
THE NIGHTS WITH THE GLASS
ON WINDOW PANE
THE VOICE LIKE A WIND
UNNATURAL LOOK
I´M TRYING NOT TO FREEZE
IN A SNOW
TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED
IT´S LIKE A FATE
CIRCLE WITHOUT SYMBOL
NEVERENDING SUFFERING
TRACHERY FOR A SOUL
LIKE A VERDICT OF DEATH