Sitting in light.
Looking into the dark circle.
Smelling the steel.
The cold death.
Why to seek this?
Why not continue?
Why continue?
Holding the flash.
For a weak mind.
For a weak soul.
For no love.
For no control.
The blinding flash.
The thunderous crash.
The smell of the ash.
And the coming of the peace
Of the everlasting peace...
