Noumena

Words echo in abyss, the glow of rotten moon
lights the path I stumble, from one misery to another
I just want to dream, to see through my destiny
The final blaze of heart, the hymn for torn apart
Chorus:
Burning, bleeding passion
I bear fire in my heart
Not in a state of grace,
but one of the Outcast in shades
Have I befouled this dress so shining and white?
Yet a feast to come, after the absence of light