Trapped behind the Sun My grandeur mocked by solitude Struggling bereaved of all joy Dreaming of an impossible chance
I suffocate yet I live And can't get rid of this curse because In this prison of aspirations My hands are tied by hope
The knell of my forsaken dreams Screeches through fallen sand Deep underneath serene streams Where decomposed wishes stand
I feel the pain from my world Crushing my soul in its grip How pathetic have we become Lost in dead poets' words
Curse this rotten pendulum of doubt! How can I strive through this life Aware that my only remaining trust Is knowing that I shall find hope?
Just a tiny speck of dust In a desert of nothingness No purpose behind the struggle For we're all mirrors of flesh
What if death is my escape to infinity What if, cleansed of filthy hope, I seize this key What if i become a shadow or i rot? Still, my dreams cannot live on when I am not
It is certain that life has no meaning But we live as if it has one