The delusion called a dream
is but a different name for desire.
Beneath the dull gray sky
vice leisurely wanders about.
One day, I will learn enough
to gain that true power.
I have no use for weak souls^
they just cower in fear.
Let all interferences disappear as they struggle
into the dark, dark bowels of the earth.
That illusion in the darkness of the heart
is falling into bitterness...
On the road that comes and the road that goes
everyone comes to know of loneliness
and in an endeavor to hide their sorrows
forms an unbalanced group
By licking each others wounds
they form false liaisons.
By my own hands
I shall now bury those weak of heart.
Give in to being guided by this dark heart
to the deep, deep extremities of the earth.
Obey that whisper in the shadows of your heart
and fuse with it...
There is no need for the deep, deep despair
of paper-thin bonds
There is no need for comrades because
that illusion shall turn into hatred...
Let all interferences disappear as they struggle
into the dark, dark bowels of the earth.
That illusion in the darkness of the heart
is falling into bitterness...