Window - Process of Guilt

Here I can witness

This image in your window

From here I can see

The collapsing colors of your empire

Draining my perception

In this instant of your grief

Closing my eyes

Fading out in my believe

Why can’t I breathe?

Why should I even consider?

Am I a renounce?

Why can’t I breathe?

Why should I even consider?

Am I a renounce?

Or maybe a faded image

From this window

I can reach you

Still I stood still in here

Drawing an end to your world

In a single smile

In this illusion of life

A symbol of pain

A symbol of my pain