Sunday Flood

Quiet Ball
candles lighting so dim and ican see clearly, sitting without my soul a slowmoving black hole. levitation above allvisualized in my head, in darkness there'syour eyes revealing the chain tied. look upfrom your world, the ending is your life, tryto stop the fall, dimensions of it all. i've seenyour own demise - a ray of crystals lie, becauseof thoughts again summarized from real time.the screaming voice within is coming back again,collapsing as they fall - you've never seen it all. From Letras Mania