Again I rise from the grave sleep of silence...

Again I rise from the grave sleep of silence...
Wiping out traces from the salt of my eyes....
Again I fly from the exaggeration of contentment....
Rolling out weeds from the masked skies...
I ash frustrations of my pain
I sit back and break down in vein
I rule out most of them
Some remain
I die ...I breathe
I breathe harsh wind of blame....
Again I rise from the grave sleep of silence...
Rolling out weeds from the masked skies...