I’m not a shaman nor insane human;
I’m a person, seeking the answers in darkness,
Proposing a simple truth that you never come.
I wouldn’t say what not hurt my soul anymore;
Send me to heaven and I’ll scream peace is toxic,
Knowing you seek haven for a tormented monster,
I wouldn’t say whom I love in the world anymore.
Deathra, a name, I gave to the women I admire,
All comes to one truth, I’m afraid of my heart’s light,
Making lives from ruins and pains I steal from people.
Where does I belong, my dearest fear, to the utmost end?