would you say you could be awake then? You wouldn't see the whole world nor be aware of anything beside yourself, but that would naturally seem the total reality. This way of thought might veil
Agony lives in my soul, passion haunts my mind, peace and chaos fight in my heart, in my dreams there is always daylight... Black was the day, Constant
Cold and Darkness, where is your strenght? Ice and Snow, where is your dominion? When the sun of eternal life rises over the barren wilderness You
still standing erect As I stand like a withered rose Alone with all my pain... To the brim full of sorrow,wounded and forgotten... But always carrying my remembrance
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
that it was more than a gate. I arrived at a crossroad with two golden gates. Gift...Mystery... Who built them there? What was Remembrance in this
If you respect yourself and worry about your soul you know you must live a stricter and more retired life than even a virgin in a maiden's bower. It
I carry a longing, a yearning stronger than words can tell.. I carry my sword, my emblem of victory, in this chaos I flourish... I believe. My dream
Feel the wish of the thought to break through, break through every hindrance, like the soul longs to live for ever. The walking continues now slowly