What has become?
What happened, what have I done
that this world demands me
to rot
alone and to wither to the very core?
Life has no attraction in
these bitter days
The disgust, the malady and putrefaction
brought another
time, and another place..
Hell..
The realm where all our daemons dwell and
conspire
Where faith is a very rare luxury
reserved for those who still
believe
A higher entity will descent to redeem
the righteous and clean
and
the innocent child
that we once could have been
Alone.. alone I awake in a
moment of void
let this heart not beat anymore,
let me pass in dignity
Let
the dark not swallow me
and the privilege of death,
be my utterly sacred
reward
for the suffering
let me be one with the wind and the fire
a
burning memorial for everyone..s death
We all must once fade little
being
we all have to pace on this frightening road,
this painful path that
will not lead to god
but to perception
and a higher sense behind the grimace
of life
the endeavour to bear their filthy existence
A feeble salute to the
values of old to avert their disintegration
A cry for grace remained
unheard
and a direful truth left for them to discern
Hope for salvation was
never there at all
In this world where nothing is sacred
I tempt to go
where the wild roses grow
and lay down in peace to return to her...
Alone!
What happened, what have I done
that this world demands me
to rot
alone and to wither to the very core?
Life has no attraction in
these bitter days
The disgust, the malady and putrefaction
brought another
time, and another place..
Hell..
The realm where all our daemons dwell and
conspire
Where faith is a very rare luxury
reserved for those who still
believe
A higher entity will descent to redeem
the righteous and clean
and
the innocent child
that we once could have been
Alone.. alone I awake in a
moment of void
let this heart not beat anymore,
let me pass in dignity
Let
the dark not swallow me
and the privilege of death,
be my utterly sacred
reward
for the suffering
let me be one with the wind and the fire
a
burning memorial for everyone..s death
We all must once fade little
being
we all have to pace on this frightening road,
this painful path that
will not lead to god
but to perception
and a higher sense behind the grimace
of life
the endeavour to bear their filthy existence
A feeble salute to the
values of old to avert their disintegration
A cry for grace remained
unheard
and a direful truth left for them to discern
Hope for salvation was
never there at all
In this world where nothing is sacred
I tempt to go
where the wild roses grow
and lay down in peace to return to her...
Alone!