Decameron

Skábma

Decameron


I thought I was travelling through a painful endlessness 
Lontime blackened stars were on fire 
I was dead, drifting from darkness to darkness 

Weightless I travelled through the emptiness 
Like I was washed overboard from a heavenly ship 
Naked and torn to pieces 
driven through stars of fire 

Life hanged on inside of me like the sun 
in a blinded eye 
The world followed in weak sounds 

The words were lost in echoes 
So many voices in disguise 
Some seemed familiar and some 
spoke forgotten languages 

Life hanged on inside of me like the sun 
in a blinded eye 
The world followed in weak sounds 

Longer and longer between my kicking 
heart and my blood, 
The explanation started to fill 
me up - a scream higher then the sound of stars, 
touched my drifting tounge 

Thin echoes, the silence came to me 
But you were there in fragments of skin 

A silent tenderness was driven through me, 
My fingers separated by lightyears tried to embrace you 

I thought I was travelling through a painful endlessness 
Lontime blackened stars were on fire 
I was dead, drifting from darkness to darkness 

Longer and longer between my kicking 
heart and my blood, 
The explanation started to fill 
me up - a scream higher then the sound of stars, 
touched my drifting tounge 

The journey lasted longer than time itself 
I was on my way to the final end, 
looking out into the silence, 
always listening back to the more and more abstract echoes of my soul