Feedback jeder Art In front of your eyes yet blind

[Hêddřa Malvaas]

Heartlessly he read the pages,
Waiting for the cold ashes to be reignited.
Heartlessly he skipped through the pages,
Waiting for the burned candles to be replaced.
Heartlessly he walked by the book,
Waiting for the air to be defogged again.
Heartlessly he swayed across the room,
Waiting for his senses to return.
Heartlessly he was waiting.