The Silent Whisper

Erased

Erased

The cliff was high, as I shout

I was shouting, sobbing and hyperventalating.

I crushed my bones as I hold the dagger

Sharply remembering all my sorrows.

They were seeking for vangeance 

Hoping with their roasted desires 

The hell was burning 

As the souls laments

As the versibule opens.

I ended up here

didn't know how it been 

As I never reach the end of the boat

Rowing around in fire.

As I erased myself 

For all the things that made me strike with terror

of being erased of my sorrow.