FROZEN AS A SILHUETTE IN THE EPELEPTIC LIGHT pt 1


paralyzed, frozen as a silhuette from the epeleptic light show
front row audience to the play behind my questioning Eyes
as it's going to be the theater, acted from those below
as we'll see what grades it'll get from all our twisted minds

and the curtain opens up
and act 1 shall begun
as it is a mind play for us
FUCK
as it'll go on until the night has swallowed the sun

what the fuck?
still i sit on front row watching myself acting in this shit that suck
as the first break is coming along when this is gonna be singed
breathing out hard and catching my breath
in this confusion? none or all is left
here in my head, for those who can see
without judging from what's hidden in my treasure chest
i'm caught in my own invisible cell that wherei am now is holded in arrest

act 2 is on the time to begin
swimming around in the sea of defined handbooks of unwritten Words
staind in chapters of something no one ever would get to see
as i now have participated in what i know i never would be
but wish it'll be in a time after this paradise act of play
coloured in red, blue and green
as we all have conversations with ourself
through voices unable for others to be Heard
watching on what should be my souls deepest desire
i only have as a Dream
as i see i'll only just Another unimportant fuck with a sanity
Always to be set as disturbed

second break and the Choir is synchronizing its' serenade of confusion
and when the light goes down it'll welcome us to join,
And Watch what is left of this unlogical destructive beuty Dream illusion

act 3 and the audience is surprised
and awake our buried sences we since long,
forgot we all this time actually had
"i can see this now, as some surrealistic unlogic,
visionary illusion be brought to Life
from the heart of the question marks spot
where it it is placed to set the destination to the Point of no return
from a waving flame of theories blinded by the White"
as i still at this day yet goes lost in my thoughts
those i try to hold for myself
to keep remember through my deepest buried Dreams

final act and the scripts final chapter Draws to be soon enough closed and done
as it'll thought to be meant to leave us dreaming to wish for this,
in our own ways to be born on Another globe,
swirling in cycles under Another existence to a burning sun

and when time has come to chaim my thoughts to rest
over countless nights still to come for me to see
as i yet holds on to those images i have seen from the play
once back in a breathing time

is this a sick disease or just a normal state of confusion?
when me, I and myself with us Went already lost !
our focus and logic skill of sences we can use to finally gonna see



what fucked up theater it was when we were in that frightening Dream
that embaress us all
to be shameful for what that is spinning inside our chaotic theories
yet at this moment that is this time ready
to be buried and forgotten
as it is silenced to never Wake
from its' rest in Peace
under the soil blessed with acid and vomit
fertelized with filth and shame
as if i can have just 1 wish to be granted from this
on the path in the Place of NO existence to be
night after night I at this day smiles alone
when the sleep keeps remind me
of those shattered pieces of what
i still remember from this theatrical act
of my illusionary vision from whats's still
a buried and forgotten Dream

THE FINAL CHAPTER pt 2
(and the curtains closing the final act)