Why are you packing up for final journey?
I am not getting the signals from the stars...
I believe, I had not arrived
when you were arbitrating...
Today I will shed my body
and meet you halfway at watery address...
Any need to stitch an acid,
bare designed, in endoplasm...
Tonight I will not sleep
I will call you in my eyes...
Hold me tight, my friend,
I am going to sail in damnation...
A river was frozen in my chest, O god -
I choose a burning boat to reach you...
Banded I walk
on the dirt road...
Manipulating grief, dirty hands -
open the lid...
He had only one vision now,
as he chained himself not to be set free...
He faked a letter to god
and slept whole night...
He felt very guilty
while defending himself. Being nothing...