I held in my hands a soul, withered, worthless.
It faintly reminiscent of what life used to be
A luminescent glow of misery and Ecstasy
I realize my tears pooling into my cupped hands
Woes and anger flood over me like a sickness
Once so raw, so pure, now meaningless
I am haunted by my own presence
An unsettling taste burned into my palette
My entity becomes completely numb.
My mind becomes taken over by symphonies
Peace becomes me, my body drained of anger
I don't hesitate, I move with the time into darkness
I become unattached to anything earthly
My body turns to ash and I rise
All facets of normality erased, "ah Lacrimosa!"
I belong to nothing now
A remarkable energy faceless
No body, no soul just mind
I soar through space effortless
Alone I am safe, "Ah Lacrimosa!"