Had the urge. Itchy hands even when I’m sick…
My heart beating alone in the dunes of Earth,
Am I really alive or dead?
Reality so harsh, as heavy as my chains,
I carry forth my sorrow and sins,
My wings shadow me from the despair that I have been fighting with,
The abyss in my heart sinks my memories away into power,
The thorns of misery pierce my burning flesh,
The only one who can save me is myself,
The pain, in time, will be a small pleasure,
The only thing that keeps my heart burning.
Everyone is afraid of the unknown
but I see it as something exciting,
Have I been stolen of my human feelings?
This mortal life is turning from ashes to dust,
Death’s whisper is so close, from a distance his chains knock the floors he walk,
Before I resign to my fate, hear this prayer from me…
“My time on this ground where mortals walk
is finally coming to an end,
If the humans can save themselves,
Then my last wish is granted,
To a land more distant than the stars,
With my chains, I will bear my punishments,
Their hopes and prayers, may it carry through
to the place even higher than the skies.”
