THIS IS THE HEAVEN

in the high dimension of White illusions

i was waiting the rain to clean yesterday

even a little hope could make me believe

i knew i was drifting through my fiction

a mighty instinct that i couldn't resist

it was the paradox of White and the abuse

i tasted them all until i postponed the end

now the White is black and i'm far away

back in the silent waters of loneliness

farewell the funeral of humane feelings

i am in the final destination of light

just the blinds can see further here

all the emotions slipped down my skin

i feel purified by the mortal delusions

here is the place where i am far away...

as i close my eyes, then i can see colors

of mighty night shedding purple and red

without fear staggering down the dreams

yet i can see the sky is shattered mirror

reflecting the dark scenes of my life

every piece wounds my frozen memories

this is the place that i name Far Away

at where the ravens living within chaos

seems all the colors paled in the heart

standing through the edge of an abyss

i let the time leak down to eternity

methinks this is the confusion of moon

whether to revive the dying temptation

i'm dying as if i'm sleeping for eternity

as long as you believe...