Apotheosis

A will

Inner strenght

To go through pain

Can you think

You can hold this world

In thy hands?

Lay down

Grasp for air

Disemboweled being

Scrap doll

Thousand thorns had grown up

Thousand nails through thy eyes

Exhult, exhort and face

Or drown in everyday's misery

To become a shade

Just as everyone

In the flattening of the world

Souring taste

Of cynic words

Feed thy biferness

Reach Apotheosis

Words are wind

Memories are stones

That you raise each day

No salvation expected

For the mourner

Ad nauseam (Hell is so real)

You can wait for long

A sign, a light

From the sky

Better lose in an ocean of tears

So blue

So cold

Little taste of Death

Words would never heal

A glance at the world

Of utter ugliness

Admit

It will never end

Despair succeed to despair

Succeed to despair

Succeed to despair

Ages never change us

Whatever you can be

Bear your cross

Be nailed on it

But, you won't

Be the expected messiah

Remember

Words remain wind

Memories, stones

Would you carry it each day?

There's no salvation expected

For the mourner

Apotheosis

Awaken 'till the end

Wiil that fades

Vanished strength

Empty shell

How can you hold the world in thy hands now?

You've drown in everyday's misery

Just like a shade, like "them"

Apotheosis

Little mourner

Just another min's withening