To un-erase my soul

 
I got a suitcase of heaven,

and a bag of love.

I got only eleven ways to go,

to un-erase my soul,

to live forever in all.

Using a space, to call off the generation wall.

Terminal call: Heaven to all! Heaven!

Your sentinel’s gone!

You’re losing your soul and forever doomed!

Doom, doom, doom, doomed! 

I wander aimlessly, talking insanity.

My thoughts are asking my conscious, repeatedly:

“Where are you coming from?

Where is the place you long?

And don’t you realize?
– That’s where you lose your fights!”

I got a suitcase of heaven, and a bag of love.

‹ yr. 2010 ›