An eternal memoir.

In your eyes I see reflected a faint shade
of the candlelight that’s burning lonely
in the quiet night.
Behind this shade the memory of over, of past
been and gone.

Centuries have past, yes, now I think about it,
it have been centuries.
Centuries of desire, centuries of hope, centuries of soar,
centuries of no life, centuries of no death,
centuries waiting for...

For centuries it is now that this candle burns for you
centuries of diamonds to sand
and for centuries I have been sitting here with your skull in my hand...