Blown

Mute is now the word

Useless

Everything went dark

The parched earth

Tinged with dark streaks

Dead red blood

The music is over

 And even if we weren't exactly happy

because the work was not completed

and the music was over forever

we could finally think about the future

Trap

 No longer remember the sky

I live in the animal darkness

inside this chilled cave

my face to your the same

I hold out my hand

touch the violated body

shadows of a remote time

Oh this distant land

full of ethereal fantasies

nocturnal mirror of dreams

Sunspots

There is no music in the vacuum

just a desperate silence

a nearest solitude

to absolute zero

With its cosmic rays

lethal gamma streams

the sparkling glory of God

annihilates you instantly