Текст: Face The Fact. Kronos.

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I?ve been down in the abyss for too long
on a nineteenth century armchair
to think the abstract.
I left my shape on it, but no image.
Tears cold as ice freezed my eyes
that didn?t see the painting on the walls,
nor who was close to me,
and didn?t leave a shape,
but an image.
Kronos. It?s time to know
I?ve been enemy of the time,
to think the abstract.
Kronos. It?s time to go.
It?s time to look from above,
In the abyss to see
cold tears? ice dissolved
and became a calm sea.
In the abyss to remember
when I left I shape,
but no image,
no image