The Battle And The Dream

Caught in my body .
My feet drag me .
Wherever I do not want to go .
I have no choice .
I am split in two .
Body and mind .
My mind is clear .
Wants to find another host not deformed , yet not perfect .

Raise war , raise hell , mind wins .
Body cries , mind flies , body dies .

I swim in agony .
Gone is my golden era .
I collapse in lurid dreams .
The stream of distress has taken me into its arms .
A collage of memories flashes before my eyes .
Sometimes grotesque , sometimes destructive .

I long for an reunification .
Some time near in time .

An embrace of filthy claws starts me out of my sleep .
But there is no reality , reality is gone .
So am I .
There is no more me .
The body dissolved in an ethereal mass .
The minds roams in an unending universe .
I am lost in my dreams and there is no way back .

I think I die .
But I am not certain .
What is dying .

The change from known into unknown .
The change from unknown into known .
There is no colours .
Nothing !
Only fading into solitude