If I am blessed,
then why hurts so?
I’ve never hoped to reach it
though.
I wished for Sin
to paint my soul
and taint the space I stand no
more.
I craved for Lust
to hold my hand,
but it always left me in the
end.
I shut my gaze
to look inside,
and found the darkness there to
hide.
But found no way
of letting go
of loving me for hating
so!
So I asked Decay
to play the role,
to roll the dice and set the
score.
I was the stake
the price, the debt…
and mess was everything we
left.
At least I ceased
to fight for might,
if that was late to make things
right.
I stepped, instead,
to change these rhymes,
to wash them crystal clear from
crimes.
Yet, in my way
was all my pain
and all my justice was
in vain…
My faith has failed.
– It’s no surprise.
One can’t see light with bleeding
eyes.
I wished so High
And fell to Hell
But after all, you know it
well.
‘Cause You were there
to tell the rest,
and hurt me so, to feel I’m
blessed.
Mag Viktória
