Shadows are finally freed to hover

The wintry landscape, apart from their mated-masters
They seem serene as they dance childishly
As for my soul, it is floating over some greyish magenta
Watching me losing conscience from a good distance

Solaris is dimly shinning
And he's desperately trying
To pierce the pale wall of mist
Blurring his vision

I cannot exactly describe this weariness
In which I'm drowning
Yes, it's possibly
The darkest day that I've ever experienced

Yet misery doesn't seem so heavy anymore
It seems more or less constant and relentless
Sorrow slips over me like rain usually does on soft skin
Cold, cold as marble stone

I'm overwhelmed
By this sudden state of neutrality, of weightlessness
I sense that I'm...
I think I'm lost, I think I'm lost
I am stronger than...
I sense that I am no longer alone in my foreign journey
Around me they swirl silently
Those little aerial beings

Little angels of demise
Whispering music to my ear, exquisite yet inaudible
I cannot understand a thing of what they're saying

Silence is the beauty that I behold
Profound has an eternal slumber
Blindly I follow
For I am simply drugged by their livid smile

I cannot stop, not now, so close to the unknown
Frost is gradually spreading trough my veins and toward my darkened heart
Crystallizing my blood after its passage
Luring me far away
From what I might have once called Home

Those little spirits are slowly killing me, with Purity
I know now that they want me to die, as much has anyone else
And frankly, I don't really care anymore