Metanoia

How could I ever have imagined that

I would find it that hard to survive

In this cold and meaningless Universe

God's death left an immense void in my soul

I can't feel any more...

My eyes pregnant with darkness

Giving birth to a demon each single second

Broken and wingless I am

A man without destiny

I never meant to be ungrateful!

Isn't there any redemption for this sinful soul?

Someone please come and take me by the hand

I need some warmth...