The Sin of Heretics

If I give one last chance…
Your soul is burning bright.
Stretch out your pale hands
to see a ruby bite.

Vermillion sunset!
You hear heavy rain.
I have not died yet!
Now try to feel this pain…

I never asked for this.
I never asked for this.
I never liked to live.
I never asked for this.
I never asked for this.
I cannot more believe.

Night of the living dead.
You enter the black room.
What are you sad — you sad!
My Chaos spells your doom!

Can you hear? Six! Six! Six!
How shell transfix a bell?
How faith turn into ricks?
And how I love my hell!

I never asked for this.
I never asked for this.
I never liked to live.
I never asked for this.
I never asked for this.
I cannot more believe.

Just watch my lips turn blue.
I can. I can still breathe.
Oh, tell me who are you?
You are my mind's dark piece.

I live with so much fate.
I try not to look back.
So I can only hate:
I want to break my neck…

I never asked for this.
I never asked for this.
I never liked to live.
I never asked for this.
I never asked for this.
I cannot more believe.

Гончаров А.С.
2019