I was fond of this darkness, once
but now my eyes search for light
throughout this merciless, porous velvet
of the dark sky that shrouds my life.
The whispers have grown frequent
And winds have become cold
A shadow constantly lingers
few steps behind, trying to capture my soul.
I am getting tired, of this endless agony
longing to see some light
just a glimpse, of what it would be
to not be scared, to not have doubts
to love, to live, to speak my mind out.
I am sick and tired, of this eclipse
it is only pain that these stars now afflict.
The moon only seems to mock
my misery, as through clouds it walks.
My hopes are slowly burning out
my heart is slowly turning numb
soul is restless to leave the body
a dirge, my mind, constantly hums.
No more of this cloistered life do I want
but break the walls, pluck out the thorns,
walk in light, under a clear sky
no clouds or storms, just a good life.