Consciemment I

When victory feels awkward

Like the end of an unfair fight,

I feel what you have never been able to

And you are lost because I wanted you to be

Look how high are the skies

I can barely touch them, through the winds

You'll never reach the clouds, unwanted

And the fire in your eyes must die

Die for the glory of mine

Die in a circular load of pain

See how I live,

Easily do I breathe

You must forget it all

Summon your consciousness

Summon your wearisome self

Look high through the stars

I can barely touch them, through the skies

You'll never feel the winds, unneeded

And the life in your eyes must decease