The icy sky withers above my head,
Colorless, clouds curl up and crowd.
If only I knew where I am led
By the one whose name isn't to said aloud.
I have to take those countless stairs
To understand if there's a way out,
Out of the temple of my misheard prayers,
Of the soul's eternal drought.
You, again, right at the tip of my tongue,
Blasting my head with confusion.
You know, your sudden appearance stung
Me. I hope you're just an illusion.
I'm so tired of seeing your eyes
In my daydreams. Oh, what a moron
I am if I'm still feasting on lies!
I guess you're just a fuel for my boredom.