White broken space
Surrounding white broken dreams
Those dreams I left before I died
(dead) dead  eyes
blinded with white (white) fogs
the past was left behind

cracks in he air
scars of my mind
joy full with lie
sanity made of sparks
sparks made of drugs
reality has no time

mountains of  hope
sank into agony sands
stars that refused to fall down
the monsters in me
drowned in alcohol sea
white death is all around

the blank liquid shape
of my blank liquid state
is burn into a pile of dust
uncolored land can you bury me now?
please can you turn off the sun?

miracle dust
erased all that I knew
left beautiful empty holes
I filled them with sights
That were made in my mind
I called the reaper to come

Mountains of hope....

Preachers of dark
Who are selling the sparks
Have the party on the sand
Agony thoughts were blown in the cracks
Nothing beside the white death