When I close my eyes to this world,
What happens to senses I brag about,
Which person brings me back to the world,
When I am lost in pains I could not control,
You must know the pains I talk about,
Are you not the one staying along with pain?
I created you on nights & days of confinement,
Each word I write shapes another you,
Who are you anymore, Deathra?
Who is Shobo anymore, Liebe?
Who knows my death state, Wordsmith?
The facades I change for the world,
I am trying to burn everything to nothing,
What is left of me?
There is no past.
There will be no future.
There is a presence of emptiness.
The emptiness I embraced.
Unless my darkness again,
I want to live,
I desire to wait more,
I need to feel the fire I ignited in you.
Let’s sleep in arms of darkness,
So, we rise in lights of fire.