like a stone
crossing the surface
of the sea of nothingness
the shining beacon
lifting our voices
from an eternity
of rotting despair
you are the ocean
on which
the voices sink
you are the great sea
of idiocy
and jealousy
you are the slimy arms
that whish no other
than to drag me down
to the bottom of your suffering
where colour is absent
only light is gray
you
you are the lost in the mist
and I
I am like the stars of heaven