Cross My Heart and Hope to Die,
Stick a needle in Each Eye,
And as the blood runs down my face,
All memory Will be Erased.
I feel the burn, i hear the voice,
The light now fades, i made my choice,
Ancient words from beyond space,
Echo throughout time and place.
I call to gods before star and sky,
And deathless archetypes zoom by,
I twist syllables of click and buzz,
To conjure the world that never was.
And as i turn cold as the moon,
my Mind and Heart will be in tune.
Dissolving into darkened skies,
to silvery suns, and earthen ties.
With arms limp as fallen trees,
The Life will then rush back to Me.
