The Unpoetic Circle (Bottle Green) — Ephel Duath

It is quite ironic, I can't slow down this run, But this was my object: To feel.

Here, Without disturbances, Lives the sound, I want to close this cycle, But is it equilibrium? We are sliding but all appears so immobile.

And I'm so different from me: It's so stupid. Please sketch a portrait to define, I will offer you our faces, Incompleteness, Indefinite resistance.

Here, Without disturbances, Lives the sound, I want to close this cycle, But is it equilibrium?

We are sliding but all appears so immobile.