The Fallen World

There are fallen stars,

there are fallen angels.

Everywhere the eyes can see,

the fallen world, a burning sea.

Ramshackle cultures and kingdoms.

Being a part of this world's fallen fate,

someone gave me a name.

"A Cruel Devil".

I was alone,

but I can hear the voices.

There are invisible nearness,

which I felt everywhere.

I was alone,

but I can hear the voices,

lovely though, tearing my senses,

making me dumb, stiff, and cold.

I am no fallen star, I'm no fallen angel,

though in such a place I dwell.

There was fire outside, burning,

but now, what's burning mine inside,

my mind, my heart, my brain, my world, fallen.

A fallen world: Where I'm alone...