Painful Mind Contradiction - Crimson Moonlight

Feel how it tastes, the scraps of the thorns develops the blood that

is flowing without a prevent, down, all the way down until it’s

reaching the ground.

Feel the taste of the pain who is laughing you

in the face exactly like you have done, in a now looking far away

time.

Feel how it draws you to the ground how it passage your

whole situation, the thought feels unreal but yet close, what drives

you — holding you up?

What comes to you… the situation is inevitable, you falling in the so often safe surrounding, you are thrown around in the

darkness where no one seems to care-Who am I?

The question is an echo that going round, you don’t know — is there a me?

The

nightmare becomes reality everything is dark — you take a shape of a ghost you don’t know, hiding behind the mask that is choking

you, the blood starts to flow the thorns are reminding, you stapple

around and fall in the shadows where you are alone and empty.

Can no one see?

Can no one see?

— I fall down in the deep tunnel

there nothing is like me.

Can no one see?

Can no one see?

— Feel

how it draws you to the ground how it passage your weak

self esteem.

Can no one see — I am obscurity.

Can no one see — the

retribution through me?

The thought is unreal but yet close, my only way — drink the wine,

face the blood, conquer myself.

Lost in my thought, Lost in my body, feeling the thorns, reminding the pain.

I feel how it draws

me to the ground, how it passage my whole situation, the thought

feel unreal but yet close, what drives me holding me up?

Once more the shadows of night have darkened my existence.

But

somewhere in my in blackened unpleased mind I have a small

beginning of a remembrance, like an unreadable note from a long

time ago that still is valid.

When the shape is forming I know there will be something more —

I know.

At the mirror of my soul — many times I’m convinced — all

concepts have lost their meaning, when the situation is inevitable

and I’m falling down in the so often safe surrounding.

When the question is an echo that going round and I don’t know

is there a me?

I have my remembrance reminding me that I know;

yes I know there will be something more a new morning —

the everlasting the fulfilled.