They say she's different, very different
like Abraxas, she is human and beast
man and woman in one flesh
an image of an angel and Satan
the highest of good and the worst of evil
a comforting light and terrorizing darkness.
As she stand before the mirror
she saw herself without soul
they shattered it.
She tried to scream
but voice just couldn’t come out
they cut off her tongue.
She no longer see the spacious sky
They plucked her eyes.
She no longer heard the brook murmur
Her ears turned deaf to the noise of people’s cry.
She can hardly move
She’s imprisoned in bloody walls.
She can hardly breath
Her chosen path is suffocating.
Long has she died
but she continued living
wondering in the abysmal nothingness
flying everywhere but nowhere.
Finally she’s tired, finally exhausted
did she lived a meaningful life?
or everything was just wasted?
Her body and soul devastated
Because of the fate, of destiny
She, herself has created.
This moment must be her last goodbye
to pains, suffering and self-lie
In nothingness
she shall eternally fly
They say you hold your destiny in your palms
