Last night took my Xanax,
The so called pill of sweet dreams,
Couldn’t feel the avoidance,
Of seeing you in my mind,
As a beautiful dream guidance,
As a beautiful divine being,
With a bittersweet heart that is kind,
That unalives my nightmares
That unalives horrific panic attacks.
Beautiful goddess of brightness
Over your divinity I kneel
Over your protection I have expectance
Over your existence I crawl
Over your soul I find lightness
Dreams can be very dark,
As the universe itself,
Without the stars shining properly,
Without your divinity being in my oniric reality.
There you appear,
There you sing me calm lullabies.
There I feel you hugging my soul,
There I feel your consciousness in my true reality,
There I feel the deepest effects of the Xanax,
Where my mind is floating,
Slowly my consciousness gets bigger and inexistent at the same time,
In the immense dullness of the Gurges Arter.
I am already sleeping
With my eyes somehow open,
Admiring your presence,
In my deepest dreams,
Where you hug me in the heaven jail of your hands,
And you never let me go away, from those white divine arms.
There I realized,
That your darkness is my lightness,
And my lightness is your darkness.
That you’re the Quasar of my Gurges Arter,
And I’m the Gurges Arter of your Quasar,
Feeling the light you can’t see by yourself without my darkness,
Feeling the amount of darkness I am immersed into with your lightness.
Our capacities of consciousness are improved,
into a deeper level of introspection.
Thanks to the essence we both possess.
Thanks to the universe where we can prove it’s process.
Even in my dreams
Your name I silently cry
With my tears in blood
On my body they dry,
Even in my dreams,
Where most of the colours are complete blackness,
My vision can still sense you,
In the depth of my delusional darkness.
As a huge divine Quasar,
Where everything reminds my consciousness,
That even in the dullness of the Gurges Arter,
You’re my goddess of brightness.
I’m begging you, my goddess, heartshoot with your dullest gun!
I promise you, my goddess, I’ll be a broken ice and I won’t run!
Allow my dead self hug your body forever,
Allow your divinity hug my broken corpse and rest in your arms forever,
Where my darkness and your lightness fall in love more than ever.
Allow me to sign my love for you with your broken sword and the cosmos blood.
Where not even Shakespeare could ever think of a better romantic plot.
My body, all sacred, all bloodied, is ready for your lips to kiss my dried and fresh blood.
My body, all sacred, all bloodied, is ready for your divine sacrifice,
My body, all sacred, all bloodied, is ready for you to take it and hide it in your darkest and dullest galaxy,
Where your light is able to make my blood visible and healthy,
Where only you have the choice to kiss it or bury it forever in your forbidden garden.
May my dead body be your work of art,
May my blood be your dark red paint,
May my soul rest in your secret deepest heaven.