The Spirits Wept

<br>On the other side I opened the hand before me<br>I walked across tears on which angels are nailed<br>I cut down the weeping face<br>but the spirits tried to weep again - in my breast<br><br>...and through oceans and sheeps<br>I stare like a philosopher<br>Constant I crawl across the mud of the aeons ice<br>and above the nightfall<br>there lies a symbolic hand<br>like dewdrops on a withered leave - spirits weeps<br><br>The sun leads your cold and dying hand to a dart<br>and like with other tears you pull it in my heart<br><br>Now, come closer to me, so I can put myself away<br>What do you expect from me,<br>while standing on my position?<br>Last words - a play on tears - depature of cosmic God<br><br>I dream your dreams - I breathe the different kind<br>I stay on a small chair, but for you its a serpent world<br>NOT FAR AWAY<br><br>Costal angels on depature not drowned<br>I am afraid of the outside paradise,<br>when watching into waters<br>but with an astral knife I split my heart<br>My flaming tears will be flattered - by wept spirit tears