they were born to lead this world into the new apocalypse, and then there came lightning rumblings thunder hailstorm and earthquake, we are not welcome into this realm of death.
raised as a totem against the sky, from now on dragged downwards the bottomless by the weight of the years, whispers from far under are echoing beyond time a return from the unguessed abysmal gulfs.
falling in darkness away from my soul, seeing the light imagining how my preexistence was, entering the light now i m free.
end of day, december sun, takes me back.
once i left you far behind, a darkened sky closed the day, all flames shall dim.
in stillness enshrined through time, my past splendor fell asleep to the never, there’s nothing here but memories.
above us the sorrow, in mourning we stand, innocence long gone.
foreshadowed by the ravens of unknown existence, through the darkened world once gray and gloom, the stream from cold winds is announcing the return of a world that was forgotten.
belief is a far away land, beatitude a lifetime’s journey, i feel you here and it keeps me sane.
we yearn for the unknown and the unexplained, still searching for something in the deep space, but we remain blind when the signs show up.
transcending my bygone glory, far from dishonour away from hatred, i survived.
the wind is shaking the cold is bitting, i was hoping you’d take me away with you, where have you gone my little leaves ?
when light will dawn and sun will fade, darker than the darkest night, shadows outshine the lost bodies.
seeing the whole world in transparency, being grabbed by invisible forces, we can’t escape it.
suspended amidst the chaos, high-rise as streetlight, guiding greedy minds toward profit.
wandering among the shadows of the past, dragged by a mystical force which enlighten me, i used to keep on hearing but now i understand, i used to keep on seeing but now i perceive.
feeling so small in this world so big, i’m facing the silver deep rising all around me, will it consume me or carry me on ?
floating high above in splendour, the passing years relentlessly wear out my mind, i feel the soft breath of eternal life.
living my life in a slow motion, among million heartbeats & falling stars, which brighten the path beneath my feet.
lights have gone down, ceiling turned dark, staring at the empty ballroom i relive the dance with the 7 ladies.
whispers upon the breeze, on a suspended altar of devotion, dreams and words are unite passionately.
the end of days is at hand, i’m standing here and looking at the sky, awaiting the announcing of the imminent fulfillment of the mystery of God.
facing that world full of nothing, my disrupted mind keeps wondering, what’s the explanation ?
from time to time i find myself looking westward, thinking about what i have left behind, the sorrow of passion still stab my heart.
strolling on the legendary paths, i perceive whispers from imaginary creatures, ancient symbols from a forgotten world.
floating away in my thoughts, i find myself flying, upon the virgin lands.
over abyssal depths, halo of light, lead the sail.
metal bleak creations, shaped as tombstones, are swallowed by the cold.
ghost station is still echoing passenger’s goodbye, last train has come and gone now, i shall wait forever.
above the dark abyss, a grey nightmare is pulling the strings of the haunted souls.