I breathed in the cold and hardened my heart,

I flew with wings made of bone and crystal tears

I walked in a desolate gallery of unknown art,

And shouted with impudence in spite of fears

 

I bound my sorrow tightly and didn't let it squirm

I laughed at the silence just to hear a voice

But shuddered when the dark answered in return

Should have stayed silent, now regret my choice

 

I watched a stricken landscape mourning in ash

And turned away like the gods who shunned

Now all humanity hunches in every gash

Within a broken earth not yet abandoned