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