Squeezed

Trying to bring light into darkness,
is equal to withering-
Energy fluid is spilled, running
down a shivering spine-
Is the night bright….a wonder at hand.

Wet is the ground from the
whipping of lost souls
my feet are messing with mud…

Dreams are gone…
How can you replace the lost essence…a secret is not a secret
since you share it.

[the demons know your true name]

Trying to flood darkness with light
is equal to melting-
Is the left path
Or the right?
Mixed up are the memories
of the forgotten craft.

Dry is the air from improbable breathing
exhaled by ignorant immaculate mouths
my lungs are screaming from loathing…

Reality is here…
How can you restore the lost sanity…a secret is a secret
Unless you dishonor it.

[the angels know your true name]

Shuffle your cards again…
Beware of the wild Joker
no one found the way
without cost…many were lost.

The fare to the ride is not always fair.

26/10/05