I couldn’t say what’s more dreadful;
Having intention to close wounds,
Having nightmares of forceful life;
I would live in a dungeon, created by fears.
I wouldn’t if these fears would calm,
They feels like I killed hundreds of me,
Knowing I couldn’t remember the sins
I committed for freedom I thought deserved.
Let’s talk about our night to meet,
Deathra, I couldn’t stand alone more,
The emptiness screams painful words,
The void doesn’t know love as it is;
May come the days soon I feel alive.