He realized himself
    In a smoke of regret

Feels anger
To its own red feathers
Tears traveling through his veins
Even he can’t cure his own scars
He can grow gardens
In soils full of mud

Fear is all around him
Thinks this torture is forever
-Or just to drown in the sea-

He picked the worst death amongst
But the death didn’t pick him at all
It wasn’t hard to going on
It was exhausting to start at all

And endless, beautiful blue dungeon
How does it start to turn this
unturnable wheel
He makes you forgot all the gods you know
How something that has no end
Can even start?

   and there was just one feeling leff
  inside of him

The regret he has to his ashes
           just the first time he rises