We are beaten from the truth,
    Of ever finding something new.
    Always forced to hide behind,
    A blackened mask of pain and lies.
    Blood falls like rain from the dark sky,
    While you constantly as yourself why.
    Why all the people you love disappear,
    Why your dreams turn into fears.
    And why you feel cold and alone,
    While you feel numb inside and so far away.
    As you lay there in your grave,
    Deep within the ground.
    As your soul drifts into darkness and fades away,
    You hear the song of the distant angels.
    They come close to your ear and softly they sing,
    Ashes to ashes.
    Dust to dust.
    Fade to black.
    Condemed with lust.

    By: meiaku mythika (2006)