Turn off the LIGHT

Can you take me to the keeper of the secrets?
Who keeps eye on beyond the blue of the sky,
On the deep deep deep of the ocean_
The core of the woods.
Take me to the keeper of the odds.
Who lives with the simple, distorted faces, crumbled souls happily.
Whose friends are peace of the wars, allure of legacy,
Sharper than swords.

I'm an enigma,
Take me to the guide.
I don't know who I am anymore in the electric soul,
In ghost-like mind, have been traversing millions of brinks of evolutions.
I'm a labyrinth in mother's dark,
Take me to the Father's light.
I don't know what the way I'm walking anymore, have been walking down the stairs of fire endless in wilderness.

I'm blind of white.
With no further quite.
I can't recognize the faces anymore, I have been seeing the same faces in attire of a sailor, a soldier, a plougher, a killer, a poor pianist, a tortured poet, an acid-sole man, a martyr, a raged tragedy, the mean lass and loose women.
Amen.
Take me to the split of the glimpse, where is kingdom of resting eternity.
The extreme centre of my fire consuming interior in the ash is now hollow, laughs facsimiling empty.
You know how loathing it is to greet our only friend death over and over again with a smile when it takes us to the bed and with a dour face when it flings us to resurrection?
Lord can't break the cycle of detention is a music of contention;
That I want to hear through the last scream of happiness.
Will it be sung?

In this world the sun is darkening,
I'm finding the other realm that's risen to shining.
No money, no religion, no colour, no beliefs anymore; no teary eyes in the midnight mirror, no plastic glory to plagiarism, no rejoice of misanthropic herd tour.
All the beautiful word's been already said livers, know?
Take me to the silent paradise, where no blood is ever seen or bowed.
I want a lover now,
Take me to Jesus.
Who's the rose that'd bloom in me like the final answer of all the strangest questions.
All the tricks. Bafflements.
And I'll look Him in the eyes to say, can you sing me the truest lullaby of creation?
Because now I know Father what I want.
To kill the universe in me and to become one, to be lost into another of nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

THE END