The poisoned stench came from the abyss and force me to observe the dying stars which are not allowed to dance in chaos. It´s a thin line between the interstellar black and the ultimate golden place of eternal peace, but this constellation won´t know. A dead star in a dead world, being dead to the world.
The poisoned stench came from the abyss and force me to open my eyes again to witness the rainbow bridge from the black to the grey and from the grey to the black. No gold but a black fathomless hole at the end to find. But all ends are starting points, and so, and so I walk…
The poisoned stench came from the abyss and force me to gaze, I gaze into the abyss and the abyss doesn´t only look back into me but devour me, drown me with his depths, cloaks me with blackness and cast me into the toothless mouth of a revelation without principles.
The ultimate idoltry, the self worshipping!
My scars shine golden, like being touched by an angel in a godlike light of divine beauty and superiority. As there were a thousand sunrises gather in a single second of purity illuminating the view to an unknown kind of warmth and security.
I found what I was longing for! Infinite inner peace! I am god!
