Interview form the cage of beginning

I will not ask you to read the words bellow but the space that is there.

Interview form the cage of beginning:

And much I want to bring doubt to the feeling that creates reality. Judge it yourself, or not. It’s not my place to try and explain why I chose the words bellow as why I’m walking on this road. Mark yet another dot on the map of pain. You’re the one that created me. I’m a slave to the melody of your heart

Reality? Or maybe something else?

Snakes in the sky of lost Berlin:

Snake crawling in the desert, that I walked form you. Come to me. Ride me into eternity and the flags of insanity. Hold the blade on incessant and say up loud: DO YOU REMEMBER ME? Snake I was and the Snake was me. I came back from my journey, but not the same anymore. I am a God. The God of war and the blood of children that I’ll give to your lips to drink. And drink you shell drink. Tonight I own the first born. A son? No. But a God in a world crying for holly death.

Oh my sweet Berlin, your children are calling form carton houses. And your glory is not here. A God of war is driving up your streets.

Whisper in the night:

And tonight I’ll whisper your name, I will take your memories and not to keep. Who you are I’ll bring to the temple of tomorrow. Burn I’ll burn. Fire digests a rotten body but do not purifying the soul. Cuz you will not have the pleasure of being clean. You are mine. And with you I’ll be the pain.

Loneliness of a God:

I come and go like the wind. The prophecy that ended the beginning. The head of the monster is raped with human flesh. I come to you. To the end of all beginning. No more sense of a woman, no more love. A red sword I’ll hold, and in me an empty rotten space, worms. Will you take the apple form my hand? and into your sleep fall you fall. And not a knight I’ll come to the gate. And the animals of the forest will bowl their head when I’ll ride the path. My kingdom is yours to be. On your knees, all of you for my sword. You are not a woman any more. A slave for my wishes. My existence. You.

The girl that came

The girl that came from no ware and took me to a never ending story. Like the Pen I fly now in my mind and the heart is beating in the emptiness between the stars. Fountain of inspiration came with her touch and a path of purple rain (yes, yes. Like the song) is opening in front of me.

Fly with me

Curse the time that became dust / Flames of deteriorating bodies in the machine of existence / Wake up! / The flowers are gone / And the children of tomorrow will rise into a black sun.

You know I love you?

Yes.

Will you fly with me?

Where?

There

Is it far?

No, it’s just on the other side of the needle

Can you survive the rain of incessant? / Stay awake 20 years or just one more day / I look at you raped in silk of stars / You look at me through the holes of a lost child / One smile and we are on the way to the big feast / Daemons in the night / holding hands / And the end of pain is the beginning of freedom.

Hold me cuz it’s cold / the other side

You know I love you?

Yes.

Will you fly with me?

Where?

There

Is it far?

No, it’s just on the other side of the needle

Queen of passion

Queen of passion took my hand, said; walk with me until the end. Into your mind, your dreams, like a drop of water between mountains of love and will. Across river of anxiety I’m sailing on a shadow an when you leans on me and speak. I fly, I die.

To you, whom ever you might be.