purity and innocence are fragile by nature like glass

but at the same time they are unbreakable

despite being ridiculed tortured or even killed

the memory of those dedicated souls

who lived a life of self-sacrifice

were kept alive in humanity’s common consciousness

throughout mankind’s bloody history

while most of their arrogant foes with

spiritual or physical schwarzenegger-muscles

sank into oblivion.

Everything seems like a lie.

Every word is false, every concept is a cliche.

When confronted with reality,

darkness growls from the pores

of each corner of the earth.

Then you can’t see, sense, feel love any more.

Love disappears, one can only hear

the sound of the drops of blood.

The pure blood of angelic dreams.

Snow angels, these recycled saints are

the perfect symbols of fallible humans

with our ephemeral life.

Icaruses of Winter –

heroes whose wings melted

without making a single beat.