Every thing is going to be all right
From Here on out,
to all is one
to one be all,
It was at that moment where for the very first time in his life,
he would have realized that there was no other place he rather be than in her heart.
he knew that every thing was falling in place.
not once in this life time was there a doubt that hell was breaking loose.
he rode the wave like a frozen storm, out speaking his wildest dreams.
and if he slowed down, breaking the sweat out beneath his brittle tear
he would then become fragile, beyond the point of all existence.
and he awoke within a mad silence, and the question "If I die tonight will I be missed?
Now close your eyes...
take a deep breath...
imagine falling head first from the havens,
a cool breeze caressing your face,
departing to the land of the unknown,
where music becomes language,
where angelic forms roam the green-lands,
where the cold nights become warm days and, days becomes paradise of blue oceanic proportions.
three fold golden moons illuminate your eyes that swallow me whole to feed your immense appetite.
no more need for violence, war, power struggle, hate, negativity, the immense pollution of light, sound, and ignorance.
if you became futile I would dare never to exist, never to be hold, never to believe nor imagine
but when It strikes you feel it
deep down your sorrow
deep down your sorrow
deep down your sorrow
you shiver.
black nuisance for the cavity of the mother
In broken glass I lay not once but twice I witness the sinful doings of my past live.
dear women, unborn child I beg you for forgiveness and plea for my life
dare you reminding me of the shallow nights of broken promises
that have been set aside, and yes I see you waving the air to feel beautiful
the dream felt more real than life itself
you came into the light, black magic women
the smell of life, death, and sex where never stronger
the voice in my head seemed to be telling me of the story
in simple words
GOLDEN, SEX, ILLUMINATE, ANGELIC, MUSIC, FUTILE
now I sleep within the depths of this broken vessel
prisoner of a conscience mind never to be seen again
and my last words will be
Every thing is going to be all right...
