One circle of sun ago I saw in you some colours Instead of 13 shades of gray Today your name disgraced with your shape erased from pictures Like 8th day of creation When all is said, I prefer to hear only voice of silence When air turns bad between us, breathing turns to self inflected violence Turn away Walk away I slay and burn if you return to take some actions Seek satisfaction, burn my core A faceless one what you have become, just like dead man's phantom You don't exist, You don't belong