Can you test me, taste me, feel me sinning as we speak. Can you hear me, know me, own me, leave me screaming for just a little drink. are you a flower from that tower in my dreams, are you that overwhelming rain drop of my mind.

Ohh you tarnished sword, the one I carried in the womb. Leaves me wounded and remembered by mother, every cut a reminder of what was comming soon. All that pain within me, could be just a moment in a day, but every day never leaves me, what can I do to give that tarnished sword away.

Crystal clear tanacity, ohh pretty friend, call and rewind the gun that never was, because, you never existed till tomorrow. and I am your imaginary soul.

I am that forgotton whisper, caller seeker, teacher father and forgotton friend. Where I go is yesterday and that is destroyed, tomorrow does not exist, all we have is today, now, in a moment of eternity, in that second, we, I you, are one with god, the real one.