The silence,
The awaking in the middle of a scornful sky.
Examination of conscience,
A true believer crescendo of clarity and soul misery,
Disintegrating common sense.
The human hybris reckoning.
For yours is the kingdom
And the power and the glory of
The possession, the conquering,
The knowing,
The fire in the heart and vows to yourself
To the world to the lovers
To the enemies to deceivers and friends.
Oh how far can you go in trusting to be your own god?
How good does that sound,
How sweet is it to your ears.
They understand, they size,
They teach you to withstand the defeat the confusion
The will to survive with nothing in the end.
To maintain a delusion state of mind
Of control and of the power -
Blissful sedative.
You're free to believe what you're made of makes some sense.
Somewhat powerless,
Roughly hedonist,
You follow the pattern.
Libertine free of morals,
Stronger than all you're in control.
Damn you oh what a tragedy.
The striking irony.
Relentless soul in a cage of mortal ghoul.
Let others see what you don't see.
There is no light in the tunnel.
There is no light whatsoever.
There is this one thing about the mankind -
A bitter lesson to learn,
A reason to live.
The man is just what others comprehend.
They have their ways to see.
So, if you seem to have faith in yourself
And you're strong enough to reconcile,
Acknowledge the fact,
That every other conviction you may have
Is one miserable pile of secrets.
And no one one will ever know,
How deep is your sorrow,
How joyful is your happiness.
May then your fear of tomorrow reassure
You of your forthcomings.
You'll be dying alone.