Unknown World

Lost in an itself lost world,

Catching a knife to make a mould. 

Into a sword, to rise

And cut the skies above.

And fly away with metal wings to the orb,

Till the light descends and dissolves,

To my own but unknown world.

Burning in the constant cold fire,

A place I live in where dark is brighter than light.

Where relief comes from the true liar. 

Love to be alone, instead of the dolls in sight,

Not white nor black, but austere dreams!

I feel nothing, just nothing

But the hungerness of my heart!!