OBLIVIONS GATE A world without love

Truth without love is a lie. (F. M. Dostoevsky) A world where peace will never be, A void that owns the soul in me. It once was real — a fading trace, That’s why the pain cuts through the space. Heaven turned out hollow, vain and thin, A book with words that never win. Just a pretty scream that tore apart The love that once held all my heart. Forever! A world without love, without faith! Forever! Eternally! Forever! Eternally! A world where light will never rise, Where only night holds to the skies. Nothing is right, nothing is clear, Everything flees — it disappears. They cast the lot into the hat, To hopes that flicker and grow flat. Just a mattress made of razors’ edge, In a world of walls that cut and wedge. Forever! A world without love, without faith! Forever! Eternally! Forever! Eternally! A world where faith could never stay, The kind that dared to turn away. Black in a dress of purest white, A truth I had to face that night. All is gone — not even a trace, One meaning carved across the face. A world that’s built on lies and schemes, Even love between two broken dreams. Forever! A world without love, without faith! Forever! Eternally! Forever! Eternally! A world of doubt, of every kind, For anyone, for all, blinded. The air is killed by shadows’ weight, Rising from knees that couldn’t wait. A world where love will never bloom, I won’t let it break the tomb. In the narrow braid of fates entwined, For those who never gave love time. Forever! A world without love, without faith! Forever! Eternally! Forever! Eternally! Forever! Eternally! Forever! Eternally! Eternally!