There is no name to this text, but I call this my Arcana Song, cos I composed it while listening to a tune by this Swedish Gothic band...
Holding the sun in my hands
staring straight into the blaze
I thought that I was immortal
my soul at one with the rays
Now, in the cave of my darkness,
blinded, I’m lying alone
all I can see is the marks on my hands
fingers burned to the bone
I tried to reach the unreachable
to hold what cannot be held
I didn’t know it was useless
I didn’t hear the knell
Now, in the cave of my blindness
all I can do is recall
the bliss that was mine when I held her
her sunshine that held me enthralled
She smiles to other people
she even smiles to me
but the beams of the sun I have lost
bring me nothing but agony
Now, in the cave of my loneliness
I look at the marks on my hands
the tokens of heavenly ecstasy
of the time when I felt no pain
Why do I wait for the dawn then
wait for the sun to appear
seeking the joy that I used to know
through the film of uncalled-for tears
And here, in the cave of my madness
I know my scars won’t heal
I love the weapon that hurts me
and embrace the murderous steel
© November 2003 |