Fleeting Night

A rumor about suicede
Travel through the coast
My face behind water
On that fleeting night.

Tired,restless god
Waiting to die
Give it pauper throne
Mortal,flesh ones.

Fly,in the middle of the haze.
Try to find,a single trace.
Rain washes him from bottom to top.
Infirm words,coming from his mouth.