Inflorescence of silence

To see the wasteland beyond the time
And ravine of names,
That pull you down with those who fell asleep
Before the nightfall
Through the corridors, the pattern
Of the vicious walls
All the doors are hiding the path
In your first dream

There is a door beyond a door
There is no answer to the question
We follow the red thread of the blood
Trying to find the clue
Continuing the fall
Into the depths of dreams - labyrinth
One destination
For all, and break the chain

Wandering fire
In the unconnected streetlines
And my distorted face
In a reflection on the puddle
Inflorescence of silence
Is flashing with the stars
In the sky, beyond the faded depth.
And ashes, falling down on me like snow
The steps are so heavy, walking upwind
The lights grow cold
Beyond the ruins of houses
Adjust stone, and the chilling crest of flame
Is touching, is caressing them
The inscribed signs
The fire smokes, erasing the sense
Until it's pitch black and silence
Screaming and deafening
And my distorted face
On a reflection on a puddle

Flaccid sparkles of life are dying out
In the darkness with languor on the verge
The souls are smoldering in labyrinths
In the delirium of lost truth
The sense is guiding through the net of corridors
Until the bottom of the longed-for delusions
The pain is forgotten, the dreams are washed away
The gaze has stopped at the closed doors.