Her God left the room

The signs of my existence
Lies of unknown names
I put up with my cup 
I'm not the one who tames

The fraud within lives
And waits for the oblivion 
I seek for something better 
When everything's so trivial

I found a fine place
But there's a deep dread moat
My own boundaries wonder
Why dead's afraid to float 

My cravings I supress
I long for all the forms
A dagger in the pane 
Just can't stand the storms 

life bears all the suffering 
The incessant pain it carves 
That worshiper called pujaran
To purge sins, starves

She usually shuns the thoughts 
Of utterly obnoxious journeys 
And I almost become her
Like precisely moulded sterling

And then we put an end
My transparent got smokey
Her God left the room
And the serpent we couldn't foresee

So the signs of my existence 
Lies of unknown names 
I put up with my cup 
Thus,
I'm not the one who tames.