Burned

	I hear the stars sing,
	be the shadows reaching lonelines within the world,
	within the void.

	Eyes of knowledge,
	eyes of the blind.

	I see the ocean roar.

	Pulling itself away,
	off from the shores.

	Shores of sorrow,
	shores of darkness.

	I smell the decayed leafs,
	landing down from their wombs.

	From the old gallow trees.

	I feel the wind,
	as it rises the dawn and whirls the sun.