Beyond the vision of crestfallen eyes, behind the pain of a twisted mouth, in a quiet glade no one can find, where night is darker the longer you are there. I am all alone punished by time, thrust by noise of the blinking eye, collapsing under the weight of the fading breath to the ground filled with your treads. Crying under the sound of your emptiness, chasing the paintings hidden far away, carving the troth inside the heart to never say farewell to timbre of your voice. Why did I not deserve to be embraced with calming touch of your sight, why is there no place where I can dream, about the dawn that brings me back your name.