Essence - Poema Arcanus

I send my cry too far

(but nobody hears it)

Make me a mask of lies

While I’m searching inside

What lies within?

Turn to empty words

How can I define?

May I try to define?

Life … Mind … and Soul

Life, Mind, Soul

It’s all so confusing…

A pale cold rhetoric…

Just like an illusion…

Of what I would like to be

My precious flame seems like

Any futile light

The fellow man I deny

A mirror of the shame I hide

I hide…

Try to conceal

But my flesh will always be weak

Dive deep into me

Air lacks, will never reach