I will sink our last ship,
dive within the last tide
and swallow the whole sea
but no tears will be shed.

To see is not to know
and the ghosts hugs us in dismay.
Tonight I will open my arms
and feel like shining.

Inhaling brightness on my own
but the clouds are blinding the sun.
I look up to the sky
but I see no savior of my soul.

I bury my finger in the ashes
of some forgotten empire,
hoping ,one day, I'll rise on glory.
I whisper words in disarray.

I watch the tomb of hell
opening to daily life, effortless.
Observing the blabbering crowd,
I lay down where the deads rises up...

**No waking till I crown!