Silent screams — beaten and torn
Sanctify — this life of scorn
Innocence withdrawn in fear
Night grows cold and twilight’s near
But the light I see is none
Just a spectrum of unreal colours
Which appears before my eyes
For you neither to see, nor to feel
Shattered scattered — remnants of life
What can be extracted from nothing
What can be found within the emptiness
Within the emptiness from which I am fed
I deal in pain — all life I drain
Cherished — the grandeur of melancholy
Always and never — the skyline seems so unreal
If I had wings, would I be forgiven
If I had horns, would there be flames to show my cry
Laughing and crying — nothing remains
