The Lordís Madness


The all seeing eye that mocks me.

I lay in the fire and I will not burn.

I dance in the rain and it stops before I am wet.

The snow remains ice before it will be warm enough to feel.

It is never warm enough.

I feel nothing.



The hand of light lays outside my grasp.

I jump the height and only fly.

I run the cliff and drift down softly.

The drop becomes high before it will danger the falling.

It is never high enough.

There's no danger.




But never success.


Only Tears.