The stigmas in universe may seem soothing,
When unknown desire come looking relaxing,
Fears don’t see bondage of unsettled cruelty,
Deathra, I can’t become of life.
When you kill with your bare hands; powerful,
When you speak with your naked heart; honest,
When you know truth of my existence; don’t hide,
Surviving deaths; taking souls,
I know it was all in vain.
What happens on the arrival of truth?
You don’t feel thirsty, sad, dark, happy,
You freeze in the moment to know why,
I do as you taught my mind, Liebe,
There’s no escape,
From the change of death and pain,
My soul seeks them in excuses,
Often stolen from people I love.