Retreat

Hide the eyes.

There seems to be a problem here. Brutal suns and heavy days beat mythological times and feeling into silent scream. Retreat.

Burden the feeling, close the fault.

I still feel the same.

Retreat.

When nothings left, and no one to hurt. I will become invisible.

I need the pain to see through the obvious. Maim my recollection as correctional ability.

In the depths of my eyes. Retreat.

Aparantly calling me to nothing.

Retreat.

Pease find me.