A Tear after Tear
Sinking into Abyss
Made of Sounds Lost in Darkness.

Background Made of Silence
Made of Calmness.

What am I?
A Thought,
A Hole in Background,
A Lost Figure of Emptiness,
Wandering in a Silent Storm
Called Existence.

Build From Lies
Soon to Fall Away
Fall Apart
Fall Free From Reason.

Thoughts of Shadows
Shadows of Colors
What are the Shades?

Free From Thought.