Often confusing

Power.

You never see gods around,
They can't handle all the sound.
All the hundreds of eyes staring,
Invisible, looking away, uncaring.
Shy we think but no, overwhelmed.
They asked for none but this one spell.
To walk unnoticed, by mortal sight.
Yet still step foot into a spotlight.
How does it feel to be seen,
Amongst a sea of bodies and dreams.
To see your eyes in those around.
Countless voids screaming at thee.
They don't care, but we don't see.
Alone in a sea of lost and damned.
Always afraid of who goes there.
You never see the gods,
This power they cannot bear.
Every prayer, every curse.
To sonder is their sole purpose.
How can you watch all that you made,
Hate and soil, thieve and ruin.
All that pain, it's all they hear.
Those countless voids screaming there.
You never see the gods out here,
This power they cannot bear.