the mindbending machine

concentrated madness
a mindbending machine
hides the sun
but shows us to
a new level of destruction
of the false I

existing in empitenss
in the void of our voice
lies the hidden sun
and it cries
for all mornings
that you were blind

and we just wait
for a new kind of dawn
we are not free
but have broken the chains
of fooled mans rules

they awake every morning
to see the sun
but it dosn’t mean anything
to someone that have never
embraced the nights creatures
and experienced her hevenly smells and sounds

for they are with us
and were so yesterdag
forever crawling
on the bottom of
our decaying souls

we witter
like flowers a cold autum night
today i will die again
but i’ll do so her gentle arms