The Crawling Mirrors

The grey southern ghosts…again
Announce me (falling in silence)…that
The Crawling mirrors
Are coming for us.

Blinded by
their shining skin
By their colours
We’re trapped helplessly

Taking away all that we have
Taking away our joys and cries

Travelling through
the endless currents
(Drifting) our best
and sweetest memories

Watch the horizon when they are gone
Watch them burning by the sun

Sardonic movements of fate

And today I make this toast
I raise my glass, and drown… and drown all my pain.