No Sound

Yet I hear no sound as I woke
And no screams behind the doors
I can sigh the clouds
And the virgin behind the sky
But I dread not to fly
To fly up, above the unknown high
Since dying is losing you
And not seeing your facade
Until you die.
What a lurid it was
Up ahead lied the cross
I cannot reach the mountains
I cannot reach the dome
I fear the illness in my veins
Not to change into a pain
Not to fall me back home
And alleviate nothing in my name
Screw the wings of the aged days
Black were they and their ways
I fear a resonance in my ear
And yet I am not willing to hear
I do not want to heed the spiteful wind
Coming to my streak and flinging me away
I do not want to blaze the present
Mend the past and gawk to future
Since my way is not from down sent
I love but will never hate
Even the prisoner on hell's gate
But though I do not want to be that enslaved
Even if my detain was of gold
I do not want to sit between indistinguishable parapets.
I seek to a heart full of disgrace
I seek to a heart full of sins
I seek to the soul of a man
I seek to your own dirt free hands
Take me far, far above heaven
Far to watch the three worlds
Down, the middle and above
Teach me the fond and the grace
Teach me the true meaning of love
Teach me how to pure the sin
And throw away the hideous gin
Teach me how to catch the bird
Not to slay his essence and hurt
Teach me how to find my way
Not to tribulations and fears
Just to the place I'd rather pray
Burry me not in the crypt of my church
Burry me not beside my home
Burry me below the sea
Where no sound is heard
Where no sin is played
Where no love is hurt
Where no evil is crawling
Where no hell is found
Burry me under the sea
Where I found the secret
You and I had never achieved