Being Lonely - Torrens Conscientium

Laughter is carried away by the wind

Dying within Me

All alone forgotten by the world,

Silent but still alive

Where were my dreams flying?

And by whose hand I’ll be buried?

I want to surrender to death,

But the darkness become lighter

On the glass of pale windows

The evening twilight has gone

The candle burns down in front of me

The perfect solitude

All alone with the thoughts.