All the words have been spoken.
The performance is over, the last act has passed.
The lights have gone out and once again
I stand alone in the middle of an empty hall.
No one will applaud us anymore.
On the chessboard has come this cursed stalemate.
My muse leaves this world created by us.
Why suffer another torture? Why flail your tongue like a fool?
Dreams trampled by the mundane of the passing days.
Another ideal created by a crazy mind.
A game of appearances turned into an open exchange of thoughts,
Where there are no winners and the sorrow soars.
The lights have gone out and once again
I stand alone in the middle of an empty hall.
No one will applaud us anymore.
Why suffer another torture? Why flail your tongue like a fool?
Is this our farewell?
The answer solidified like lava in my mouth.
I want to continue the tasting of this poison,
But my thoughts whisper sweetly the word - void!