Pierce the Heavens

Since ancient times we've been obsessed with night skies
 With errant stars which are far from us
 Avoiding black holes and asteroids
 Instead of seeking a place to hide, we fly
 In a bid to find
 The meaning of everyday life
 But at the speed of light
 All happy moments slide by
 Weren't we born to pierce heaven's roof with our hopes
 To catch the red sun and not let it out
 The longer it burns, the greater pain grows
 But still, in the end of our roads, we die alone
 Like fallen leaves
 Which are entombed under snow coverlid
 Neath a twisted tree
 We watched a dim gleam of our dream
 Halley's tail seems so pale
 Compare to the void inside us
 An ember of joy smolders
 Fatalism is a prison
 Made of men's flesh - dead crowd
 They hang on the tree
 Their hush so shrilly loud
 Are we alive
 Or we just blind
 Are prisoners of our own beliefs
 An interior harmony
 Is the one remedy for sheer insanity
 But also the way right to the cemetery
 Constant satiety is the hearth of soul's poverty
 Scratching anxiety is the heart of poetry
 Open your eyes
 If it was easy to slay stormy clouds
 Rays of sunlight wouldn't drown inside
 And at the moment when they almost broke free
 I felt breath of something that stood behind me
 Ahh! It's death reminds of itself
 By whispering a somnolent spell
 An insolent mock filled the air
 A croak of a black crow, blegh
 Cold cuts deep into bones
 And slowly turns me to stone
 So many words are untold
 On hot lips they are frozen
 It lurks in the dark
 Before make a sudden attack
 To show images
 Of the long forgotten past
 But it's just an afterdeath mirage
 Such a mean way to say - good luck and bon voyage
 Since ancient times we've been obsessed with night skies
 With errant stars which are far from us
 Avoiding black holes and asteroids
 Instead of seeking a place to fly, we hide
 In fear to find
 The meaning of everyday life
 And at the speed of light
 All happy moments slide by
 But weren't we born to pierce heaven's roof with our hopes
 To catch the red sun and not let it out
 The brighter shine glows, the darker shades grow
 And still, in the end of our roads, we die alone
 Like fallen leaves
 Which are entombed under snow coverlid
 Neath a twisted tree
 We watched a dim gleam of our dream