Burden Of Solacement - Noumena

The sun draws a line, how scathing, divine

Yet under cold grief I shiver like a leaf in October gale

My skin turns so pale and feels burning sore

It happens once more

Release me from this guilt

Set me free out of this hell

Will you bring solace when this pain floods my soul?

As anger abates deep sorrow awaits

I’m drained and alone

On the edge of the unknown