Golden rain 

creeps my eyes

dust from hell

I inhale.

Fallen disguise

of tomorrow's lies

get on my path

as I recover my old self

as I get closer to living

as I begin to die.

I wanted more

I have it all

and dissappear

as light comes near.

The gods are dead

the blames are set

no one's ever to say

how, or why, or when or where.

The gods have died

and freed the intelect

to the abbys of man

and the endless dark.