Into The Pale

I awake and embrace my loss
As I fell asleep my life's ruin remain
In my sleep.

I am without agony
Surely if I could I would walk towards
The ligntning in there.

Haunted my screams as let myself go
I feel I am slipping, the cold touch my soul
Reaching my purpose with the wave of my hand
My future I set, this - with a dark celebration
People who once have crossed that path
Are the paradox of regrets and searh of forgiveness
They live in a silent nowhere alone
And keep their secret inside waiting.

Heavy burden as heavy can be
Waiting, desperately waiting
To be set free from agony
Desperately waiting.

I see myself from a godly point of view
What I never learned, what I never knew
How is this - I am watching me
If there's a god to see my sins?

The end has come to get me
Or the orb of life seem cricked
From dark came the light When it was born, into darkness it shall return
As spoke the prophecy.

Not my fault nor by my hand
But from the compact hands of nothing
Being the wind, earth shall be cast.

Woke up screaming one night in cold sweat
The words felt like burning flesh in me
So real I cowardly weakened and turned inwards.

Now I write this letter, to whomever see what I write
My words are the words of something beneath
I do not say god or wicked beings
I simply say these words are not mine and they are true.

People who once have crossed that path
Are the paradox of regrets and searh of forgiveness
They live in a silent nowhere alone
And keep their secret inside.

Written in parts like a play
This is the mysteries of the darkness
In your soul, the abyss you hide.