Mourning of a New Day

Down the red mountain
Each day I have to climb,
My eyes stare at you
The perfect sky, so high.

Down the red mountain
I fear to tread,
Close to catharsis
I fall like an autumn leave
Burnt and forgotten

Cyclic storms in my heart
Rage and brew so deeply.

My mask won't hide me no more
Life appears to me just like nothing,
Nothing else but an epitaph
Unread by all.

And I drown in this void...
Each day, a new pain
Each day a new death.
The only way to preserve my creation
Is eradication, in a sigh ...
No blasphemy, no heaven in sight

Nothingness as a picture of my desires
That I will never, never paint.
The blood that feeds my life
Is not my own

Down the red mountain
I fear to tread,
Close to catharsis
I fall like a dead leave