a stranger like me
in the old island of Aenaria
on an enormous rock, our souls agonizing
but a long seaway from the eternals
and their so-called city of love

we ran to the warmish light
our souls started to disintegrate
and away with it, the sorrow merged
to find a better resting place

am i the survivor of my own misery,
or just another victim found in a scenery?

i, asking the angels
got feathers thrown all around me

but never answers to satisfy me
nor besorrow to my heart