The murderers of time

What do you see in my eyes?
What do you think I’m looking for?
there is a long night to live
there will be words
there will be illusions
and finally a sense of fullness

kidnapped from finding  something
corrupted by an explosive happiness
hungry for joy
guilty of love

a large circle of steps confused
a glowing euphoria
a  persevering mockery
we are the murderers of time
we are crystals on rocks, bright