Within my world, my only light,
Hands wet with summoned blood,
Thou my words are high of heaven,
Of pain my heart thy heard upon.
Of thousand dreams by then created,
Cheats my foresight of life by chance,
With art bestowed flowers of chance,
Inside creates a distant rhythm.
In air I feel no cold air,
In rain I feel no raindrop fell,
In all enchantment I see only fear,
Killing my only future, my life's will.
Must my eyes see, my heart should reveal?
Love that polishes it, thou earth's deal,
Faint of a reason scream's in my head,
Faint of my heart is death's discipline.
When will I see thy life's hope?
Where will I leave thy heart's phobia?
If all I see is death's row,
Would living for me might be a chance bestowed?
