Desolate House - Eulen

Pushed outside by the tides of stinking memories

Closing doors of no return

Screams of extortion and grief from justice’s agora

The heart of purity slayed at every sunrise

Children of emptiness feeds on trash

The blind greed devours itself

Naked mothers swallows bitter bread

Death’s ghost roaming around

Migrant birds tearing old men’s flesh

And i am lost in this desert of free

Now on this old edge

Breathing, mourning

Whispering voices from behind

Joyful eyes through his windows

This gate, i rejoice with horror

Tempting smiles and warm hands

Yet so cold and dark

I am mesmerized again

Stepping inside

With fear and pride

Becoming the phantom memory

A secret of happiness

I found love in this desolate house