O life, O beautiful lie;
Blinding light, release me from your tight embrace,
For even the light deceives us, leads us of its own vices
Under the guise of splendour and the veil of grace.
I have broken down, and have been brought to my knees,
Yet while all the others continue to remain distorted,
I shall defy, and rise against
And care not, of what is inflicted unto me.
There is but one path that exists now,
And that is one for those who have an epiphanic view
As the wolves will realize what the sheep will not
And will embrace the darkness to avoid your deceit.
O bright vixen, your enticing eyes
Will not lead me astray.
For I am now changed, and no longer vulnerable
To your allure and charms.
And as the river flows,
And my bones become brittle, I can
But think of what awaits me, as the
Setting sun makes way for the night.
O death, O everlasting truth;
Take me to your humble domain, that I might
Become myself again.
For in the purest of air, I suffocate.