Legends

Call viper’s son
Fear the suns of my horizons
Sequential movements in reverse
Paradise denies its treasure
A higher dose regains the silence
«Ambiguous», the wiseman said
Virgin-white my pale disguise
The traitor is still alive
Legends rise
And Legends falls
Little lies
As we know all
Eyes — a stare and I don’t care
Milk glass distorts my view
Deliver me to my reality
You cannot kill, what cannot die
Avoid the touch my cold body
Avoid to fall into my eyes
Creatures shiver and preachers lie
My legend’s not a lullaby
So unfair, as this life is