Crossing The Wounded Mirror Of Death

None can call back to him the woman.
To enlarge the freedom of his pain, 
He commits suicide,
For the trip of their deadly freedom.
Devoted himself to a sleep 
Of backward eternity.
At once a voice shought.
Pains from hell fires.
Time erase the wheel of light 
Abandoned in a new zero hour.

Die without awakening.
Hostile to the freedom of his possession.
Mind and dust has left.
The order of chaos made him rest.

MAN:
The hours sharpen their blades
In my eyes, I am lost 
Unreachable as I touch your shape
Touching you with my eyes 
Watching you with my hands.

I can never meet
I will find you, never fear.
Out of breath, out of body
To trap us and give us birth
Turn back, is a way not found.
I follow and shake within the very depth
Of my most imperfect being.

Unconscious in front of Gods punishment
To the indelible scriptures (aneksitilo apospasma) of my testament.
The reveal of my sin leads me towards 
To a space with no beginning.

MAN:
Doomed insanity, trapped in my abyss
Among the same punishment
I will wander forever free.
Slayer of Gods and sinner of love,
I will never reach you!!