Writhing you,
for I don’t know,
of all the things ever lost.
Rising, dying,
Now I know.
I am in my final chapter,
I will avenge the life.
Fall into the rising cold,
To yearn for black angels return.
The death I know too well.
You gave me life
and for this I die by your blood.
Heal the dying,
frozen, alone again.
Searching, where are you?
I cannot see,
and now I find, I must be wrong.