How to explain this feeling inside?
Like being wrapped in plastic...unable to breath...
No sense of direction in eyes open wide...
With the dirt and illness of the world coursing through my veins.
Angels fly this way and that...
I just stand alone in this cold sea...
Staring straight ahead at the beautiful sunset
An obsidian sword in the grip of my hands.
Angels dropping from the sky...
Stars are falling...they hit the ocean...
With enemies' thrust they currently die
And words cannot describe their pain.
Scabs uncover all that is dead...
Eyes are closing to hide what is inside...
Close the fantasy books that you have read...
To curse the befalling light that is dying.
Sores open on your tongue...
Still the angels are crying...
Some are old...yet some look so young...
And still I stand on this mirthless beach.
If you look into my soul you will see
This scene and so much more I harbor in my mind
Things in my dreams are promised to be
And I am going blind...
