It was invoked in my dreams. Moreover, I desired it. My life-elixir; it has been taken from me, to the very last pearl. My iris, covered with a grey-shade; darkens the light in my eyes. A little sprinkle of light holds on to what we call life. ...Appearing to be the almost eradicated glow of firewood; the source of ALL. The fire that once shined so bright. The light finally dead, welcoming an uprising smoke, heralding my departure. From here; I'll start my travel. Now, where is my Shangri-la, as you promised me? Are you the angel saying that this is not my destiny? Saying I should travel home, my body is waiting for me? Continuing that path, be attended with disheartenment! Endowed with a second life; this angel granted me only misery. I had to find my body again, embraced by dirt within the earth. I awoke the fire inside to walk this God-forsaken earth again. Invoking razor-blade dreams. I'm bathing in blood, coloured....red. Why me, why Tantalus is my destiny? Being like Hydra, all of it is useless. Redeemed from a thousand deaths; I'm anchored to pain. YOU my angel, are going to endure the Dianthus crown.