Astral Promenade
Struck by insomnia I look out to the skies
And fell the chill along my skin
As I see to silhouettes walk among the stars
One figure's Black, it's even darker than the night
The other one looks just as if spun out of Light
Their steps echo inside of my mind
I see they are images of mine
Their footprints form a rows of stars
That mark Their gleaming Root
Which has to end up in my heart
And the Figures seem like images of Deja Vu
One's the first distress caused by opening of life
The Other seems to cut my efforts to survive
(they are! they are!) They are the phobia that now inflicts
(they are! they are!) My personal Apocalypse
So far I breathe
but this craziest innuendo makes me get that I have seen
God's Providence. And I shouldn't have
And now my life is counting minutes to death
Now I've lost the count of how night and day take turn
I'm getting old but relished not the taste of conscious soul
Hallucination's gone and yet my mind is breached
My mummified existence is beyond my reach
These walls are my sanctuary
I am a creature with no breed
