HE'S NOT THE FEAR
He's not the fear, immortal monster,
That's making it's nets and hunting the light.
He's not the hate, a lonely master,
That dies in the flames and comes back alive. 
He's not the pain, the sweetest poison
In million of veins deep under my skin.
He's not the dark, he's not the voices
Of all the dead gods, who'll never see what I've seen.
He's not the sin that has to be punished,
He's not my secret unforgivable thoughts.
He's neither lie, nor dream of childish
Innocent soul, that's doomed to carry the curse.
He's not the love, a bird without wings,
That's always scared of sky and hides from the sun:
He's only truth, the birth in dyings,
He is reality, that must never come.