The Defilement

the invitation has been done
all what is left to do is wait
like burnt flowers under the sun
the soul needs time to recreate

a misty veil weakens my eyes
thus makes me unable to run
away from my own white lies
the invitation has been done

another step
towards tomorrow

as if the shape of personality
has to be blured into infinity
to make a step forward

as if it is right to crawl
to deny one´s heart and soul
to make a step forward

but then - would not death itself
fear me for my emptiness?

but then - am I not to feel
guilty without forgiveness?