Illusive heaven
Existent hell

The cold night of november
A forever spinning merry go round
Coalesced with deep isolation
I find myself hanging with despair

In the depths of abyss there is no staircase
that will eventually freed your from this
fully blossomed suffering,
A hideous act [ skin to skin]....
I keep rubbing my eyes as I couldn't restrain crying

My voice didn't reach anywhere and always ended up into my throat,
The demon sang the invitation song
that captivated the people to cast off their
human skin

Nights are becoming darker and darker
The light that carries hope keeps on
diminishing
Days are growing colder and colder
Ants are sheltering back in the sand prepared anthill

A cold shivering body
My skin is cut open to decay
and eyes are burning with melting wax
I've become the marionette of
the scavengers which are flying in the
bloody red sky

What I have done to you?
Why are you doing this to me?
[Hive of sadists]....
The shining image keeps on running
in distortion until it becomes dust

I want to go back to my dear home [ So wrong me]....
but, it seems like all ways are sealed
by those demons who lurk in absolute darkness,
Now, my this ideal had turned into cinders

I want to live
I will live
Who knows what tomorrow's night brings?


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