sky to ground, ground to hell
in a thunderstrike i hardly fell
like no damned hath ever before
reached the heart of the great below

As sanity was another substitution
to hate, rage, sorrow and  illusion
suddenly imerged madness of mind
How creative his soul bloomed this time !

in a masked elation and moonstruck spirit
he swum in this abyss and hastenly drifted
by the time nothing was left of his kingdom
a sudden alter annihilated his wisdom

Wet was his face, red were his eyes
silent were his screams, awaken were his flies
like a poke of needle came boring so harsh
to the midst of chaos {tears drained to wash}

This non compos mentis dance revealed,
the mask of love and hate both ceiled,
when angels and demons meet on earth
trapped in god's unwanted birth.

"Withdrawn from the light of lies
to the gloom of deranged madness
nothing was real in this dark paradise
but the mistery of this darkness"