| Looking through my back glass door.The eyes still call to me from the woods, come to me they call. what is in store for me. Death still flashes through my mind,to be gone in a flash of an eye as I was born.Nothing to remember a vast void of nothing.The moon rotates the earth, to infloance people,another day will come and go will I be here. I have seen a million deaths at the hands of men.The cold darkness all around, wings flutter in the dark,sticks break as if someone is watching, my skin crawls ,but my power is great, fire in my eyes,as I make love, I sometimes become someone ealse, when over, I wonder what have I done. The gosts of the world hant me, around every corner another comes. Help me! I screem; is this sanity or insanity. Allways demons call to me, come and feel my pleasure, but I hold back, which one is the right one,the one Iam to listen to,confusion feels my mind, can I be helped or am I to leave this world never knowing what to do, untill then I wait for a sign.it is getting were I see visions in stead of real life.What will come next.The day of judgement when the memory of the wicked shall perish. Into a steady path we travel, down the narrow road of pregatory, into the bowels of the unkown. My name is still wispered from beyoun, I hear its faint echo in the wind, the trees rustle it out loudly in a storm, the birds sing it in their songs,When will we be one. I wait calmly. Iam saught by them that are not for me. Behold me unto a nation that was not called by my name.Iam ---- ---- call it loud , for behold ,I created the new heavens and earth and shall be remembered .The wolf and the lamb shall feed together and the lion named---- ---- shall rule, for the days on this planet are numbered,only time will tell.... The watcher..The lion...only me,Iam here.... |
