Old long golden dress slides on
I am ready and await transmission of faith
and love to all those gathered here today
in this holy place.
The crossis signed, first prayer intoned
Then dizziness somes,
and trembling overwhelms my arms and legs.
I have to leave and escape this assembly
in the back room realm.
I can't breathe, fear rises
As I stare at my face in the old stained mirror
The truth comes, I realize
Life is not eternal, I realize
And I am betrayed by the winkles in the reflection.
I fall on my knees before three O lord !
I try to keep faith in three O lord !
In the name of the father, the son and body spirit... 
				

My hands press the floor to bear my weight
I'm so heavy, too heavy and still cannot breathe
My vision fades and veils over my eyes
that still stare open.
My heartbeat thumps across the dark room
Oh, my dear god, the caress of thy blessed hand
Suffuses my body, then comes sheer pain
Like a sure arrow.
I sink to the floor
Recover my sight
And picture the cross and thy suffering.
Face mingles with thine
My hands on my heart, I wait for an end of this suffering...
Curved like a foetus the pain wanes dull
I'm still dizzy, just floating and disconnected
Body freez in rigor mortis
I cross myself and pray,
As I lay on my back like the dead
One last snatched breath, and I am yours,
Now set me free from this evil... 
				

How long have I been stuck in the ols armchair
Staring at the TV screen
Without perceiving the pictures ir was conveying
It's now swarming with countless white particles
The static is crumpling my brain... I feel tired
I vainly press the buttons on the remote control... I need to breathe again
Taking my jacket, I make the coat-rack rock

I leave the house and walk into the rain
The sky is heavy on my shoulders... The streets is desolate
The tar absorbs my soles... I feel alone
I perceive a man and his dog
In the twinkling of an eye the animal take's on his master's appearance... A frosty fluid tears my veins
The collar round his neck, he looks sadly at his lead

I had expected the nightclub's atmosphere to clear my mind
The luminous traces creeping along the walls claw my eyes
I realize laughing people were looking at me
I realize crying people were looking at me
I realize they ar looking at my body as it empties its tears... but why am I weeping ?
Not a living soul, just the creeping traces now

Nothing left to do ! I leave the place !
The sky seems to move off to let me catch my breath
The wet road seems to guide my steps
I am back... The house was waiting for me.. The door is open
My jacket is still in my hand, I'm soaked
I enter the room... The coat-rack falls
The TV screen looks the same... I'm tired
I take the remote control... I'm alone
I pull the trigger... 
				

Now I am gone the people as come, I am reassured so I fly
from my earthly remains so fast it's a blur, it's breathtaking.
Then I hear an unpleasant dull hum.
Other presences around me but I am unable to see or feel them
Just harsh shrill sounds that come closer.
My Ka enters my body again but feels different.
So pray for us poor dead sinners. 
				

My only friend's room is empty now.
Two men put me inside.
The biggest door closes it's back to me.
Mouth open, eyes in the sky...
I'm a prisonner of my anguish,
Of my corpse (of my own hypnotised mind).
I can see her near me like a remembering.
Her hands poised on me make me suffer.
I kick my face to banish her picture from me for Self-deliverance.
I try to go out when I can see her smile.
The fall is too long,
The fight too hard and in a worried spring her face Evaporates from my mind
(I'm shouting !!!)
I measure my lenght on the bed that seems like mine.
I try yo remove my straps,
But there's nothing.
Anthea comes into my room.
The sweet sound of her voice can be heard...
All of this was but a dream ! 
				

Then it genuflects to god
And forthwith sucked into the void
In its wake an ultra luminescence of purest white.
Another moves to do the same
If they wish to show me the way to heaven or hell
forgive me father for I have sinned... 
				

We are here.
Facing the enormity of anew universe
There are many of us.
Travelling towards a crimson star encircled by a quartet
of tiny white satellites.
All is clear.
Facing the difference of who or what I have become
There's pure silence.
We are closing down on paradise.
Becoming one of them, thoughts are my words now we connect for ever.
And I begin to forget I've been a man... 
				

Red streams slide down my hand,
They are taking my life from me.
They flow red as they decorate my skin,
Will they take my soul away?
"Lightness sensation"
Will I ever get rid of my anguish?
Will my soul be blessed?
The red streams decorate my skin,
The meanders begin to connect.
A growing lake reflects my glassy stare,
Will I ever escape this sight?
Mother, I can see your sad face,
With trembling fingers you close my eyes.
Now I'm always unable to look at your grief,
I would like to tell you, it will be alright.
"Attraction sensation"
As my body lies in the middle of the room,
I look at you kneeled by my side.
Even though my eyes are closed,
My look seems to overhang the scene.
It's strange to see your own corpse!
Quickly it all disappears... 
				

My hands press the floor to bear my weight
I'm so heavy, too heavy and still cannot breathe
My vision fades and veils over my eyes
that still stare open.
My heartbeat thumps across the dark room
Oh, my dear god, the caress of thy blessed hand
Suffuses my body, then comes sheer pain
Like a sure arrow.
I sink to the floor
Recover my sight
And picture the cross and thy suffering.
Face mingles with thine
My hands on my heart, I wait for an end of this suffering...
Curved like a foetus the pain wanes dull
I'm still dizzy, just floating and disconnected
Body freez in rigor mortis
I cross myself and pray,
As I lay on my back like the dead
One last snatched breath, and I am yours,
Now set me free from this evil... 
				

Now I am gone the people as come, I am reassured so I fly
from my earthly remains so fast it's a blur, it's breathtaking.
Then I hear an unpleasant dull hum.
Other presences around me but I am unable to see or feel them
Just harsh shrill sounds that come closer.
My Ka enters my body again but feels different.
So pray for us poor dead sinners. 
				

The lick of the clock of the universe stopped
As I made the sign of the cross it comes to me : I have the choice
To return to the world of men or continue my pilgrimage
My ascension to the unknown world that beckoned.
What was the truth when I was still alive ?
Who did my gestures and words serve ?
God ? Which God ?
I know too much, but I need to know this.
The choice is made, I come to three eternal...