1. PIERCE THE HEAVENS

Since ancient times we were obsessed with night skies,
With errant stars which are far from us.
Avoiding black holes and asteroids
Instead of seeking a place to hide, we fly

In a bid to find
The meaning of everyday life,
But at the speed of light
All happy moments slide by.

Weren't we born to pierce heaven's roof with our hopes?
To catch the red sun and not let it out?
The longer it burns, the greater pain grows,
But still, in the end of our roads, we die alone

Like fallen leaves
Which are entombed under snow coverlid.
Neath a twisted tree
We watched a dim gleam of our dream.

Halley's tail seems so pale
Compare to void inside us,
An ember of joy smolders.

Fatalism is a prison
Made of men's flesh - dead crowd,
They hang on the tree,
Their hush so shrilly loud.

Are we alive?
Or we just blind?
Are prisoners of our own beliefs?

Interior harmony
Is the one remedy for sheer insanity,
But also the way right to the cemetery.
Constant satiety is hearth of soul's poverty,
Scratching anxiety is heart of poetry.

Open your eyes!
If it was easy to slay stormy clouds
Rays of sunlight wouldn't drown inside
And at the moment when they almost broke free:
"I felt breath of something that stood behind me..."

Ahh! It's death reminds of itself
By whispering a somnolent spell.
An insolent mock filled the air,
A croak of a black crow, blegh

Cold cuts deep into bones
And slowly turns me to stone.
So many words are untold,
On hot lips they are frozen.

It lurks in the dark
Before make a sudden attack
To show images
Of long forgotten past,
But it's just an afterdeath mirage,
Such a mean way to say: "Good luck and bon voyage".

Since ancient times we were obsessed with night skies,
With errant stars which are far from us.
Avoiding black holes and asteroids
Instead of seeking a place to fly, we hide

In fear to find
The meaning of everyday life
And at the speed of light
All happy moments slide by,

But weren't we born to pierce heaven's roof with our hopes?
To catch the red sun and not let it out?
The brighter shine glows, the darker shades grow,
And still, in the end of our roads, we die alone

Like fallen leaves
Which are entombed under snow coverlid.
Neath a twisted tree
We watched a dim gleam of our dream.