silently behold, my words of dust,
dark corner, crying crimson tears of lust,
already banished to an extistence of pain,
trying to remember what is forgotten in vain,
a light stream shining true the clouds,
a shodow of fear conquers the world,
angels no more rule the dead,
I whisper silent to my god,
“don’t be afraid”
“accept what’s left”
“accept, your inmortal death”