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