Requiem: From Substance to Silence (Minsk)

We settle for pleasure. We revel in pain. She will regret forever. He lusts for a cleansing rain. Set adrift and yet amiss. Stranger in a strange land. Falling eyes and outstretched hands. Blinded by the desperate cry there where fate is eternally blind. I await some sort of resolution. It never comes. It never calms.