She whispers but does not show. Everything hides behind the veil of vowen fears. I feel the tension. The sound of her silent tears. Melting down the surface of my rescue. The longing of all those days in solitude. Love that is for real. But in obscurity. Dreams are like angels. And truth is demon’s seed. And my flesh is torn by the heart’s blistering. And everything seem just like a forgotten heaven without a god.