Million miles from myself
My heart ticking of the seconds
Into the void,
Mind slowly cooling down from state
Of paranoid.
I still see your face imprinted
Under my eyelids.
So mocking, neatly perfect
And so pallid.
Time flies, stealing life from me,
Mystic flow.
Man loves and love's what passes,
Pain grows.
I can hear his whisper, of the One
Who Walks the Winding Paths:
Unleash your grudge, let free your wrath,
Go off, like dying stars.
Truth is pain and pain is truth,
Pain is truth and pain is you:
To go all the way- must loose the game.
Truth is pain and pain is me,
Pain is vain and vain means free,