The Circle (Omega)

Come to me,

Let me smell your scent.

I’ve waited far too long,

My bones are frail and fragile.

Take my heart,

I’ve felt everything that’s left to feel.

Take my eyes,

I’ve seen everything worth to see.

Take my wooden mask of soul.

Take my ears,

I’ve heard everything that’s left to hear.

Take my mouth,

I’ve said everything worth to say.

Take my wooden mask of soul

... to be free again.