Grief Under Light

If there’s a ray at the end
If there’s a road made of sparkles and gleams
Then where’s the joy and the solace?
Then why are my feet and my eyes burning more and more?

Near the arrival
Failures unveil the grief under light.

Weak, well insensitive
To all of my seeing
To all of my feeling.

The beauty, the comfort
So bright to me, so blurry for me.

A tons of lies I kept faith in
Reveal themselves all around
Marching toward their realm I struggle
Missing my sweet penumbra.

Near the arrival
Failures unveil the grief under light
Outmind and outcast
From the preserving shadows.

The light occults the real evil!

Unearth the depths of despair
From this fake heaven
And the vicious flames
To hide as the healers of my pain.

Near the arrival
Failures unveil the grief under light
Outmind and outcast
From the preserving shadows.