I ask Keyhole eyes ,sands of blissful eclipse Or Teary wide eyes ,the new sands of sunrise .

Now I bleed on both grains . Varying blood cutting my cheeks , With blissful sand and gaping wounds

I walk on blissful sands, And scathed lips curve ,glistening eyes close ,wounds soften , Open arms welcome the twisting sandstorms. Like sand from earth , rise my wounds and twirl around. But ,before the twisting wounds leave my shadow s, Black encapsulate the sands.

And ,rise the black clad spirit of contrast , Twist his sabre,slow and sly, My head lols back only to see the noon sun.

Ang ,again the wide eyes bleed, Salting the open wounds. But ,I will still get stabbed again , for the transient lips curve .