Betrayed by foolish self with blood
I am hungry in my plenty, in my tears.
To feel nothing – like deadly Curse
Fills My Heart with void-bleak.
To Suffer and to Love is Bliss,
Without this…I lost My peace.
But whom to blame? The fault is Mine
In My Pride I fell from Heaven,
In My Shame I hid in Darkness.
I will wait My Dream to Wake
And to Sleep in Blissful slumber
Where My Heart is made anew
Half of Her and Half of Me
Will be One or will be None…