Mysticism In Me

En dikt jag skrev om allting som varit det senaste året. Lång? Ja men å andra sidan är ett år ganska långt


Chapter I The Dawn

The crecent moon makes its path on the sky
Man remain unknown of the growing flame
They are coming, from east, north and south
Raging waves of shadows from the past
Sky weeps for the doom of you and me

Chapter II The Violins

Lean on my shoulder and feel comfort in the sound of my voice
Thy shall not cry, behold the destruction of us but fear not
The violins keeps playing until the new sun rises
Blood is streaming in the creeks as the solarbeams illuminate the waters
Are you still affraid? Is the darkness not being loving in return?
creatures in the night is hunting our precence
Run!

Chapter III The Angel That Fell

On wings of fire we glide trough the burnings skies
Dawn and dusk collide and mankind screams out for help
Tears turn grey and my words are posion to your ears
Your hand is slipping, you will fall in to oblivion
The heartbeat is slowly rising, the angel fell
Disappearing in to the chaotic hell below
My soul is gone, my shore has been taken by the sea
No, this can't be happening, I shall slowly fade in to the man I once was
The man that has been gone for decades, the one that I tought was dead

Chapter IIII The Avenger

Where shall I gaze when this world ends? No priest left to cure my wounds
I shall rise and capture the stars
The long lost boy is reaching out to the world and he is an avenger
Much that has been lost trough the years he wants back
The candle within me has been lit once again, the angel that fell was pure hate.
I was decieved to love pain and suffering, it blinded me from the reality
Friends that I was once had is now at the horizon smiling: John, Jesper, Rikard and all the others
A new dawn is slowly bringing back life to the empty and burning lands within me, filling it with soft grass and trees that dances in the seabreeze

Chapter V The Death Of The Ghost

I will never be completly healed, the scars are still bleeding when the sun has set and the day welcomes the cold night
Insomnia struck me and the pain was sometimes to much to cope, but here I shall remain until the last dawn of all ages.
When the bright white light shall shine over the dead poet and angels chanting a joyfull melody in the skies
Then I shall be healed and slumber in a forever sleep with a smile on my face
But that is not this day, this is the day I shall walk in this new born paradise hand in hand with life
The sun sets in the horizon but this time not to its doom, and it shall rise once more
A ghost to be colorized, but colorized I shall be.


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