At first, nothingness
Dark. Cold. Damp
A white dot is shimmering, closing in
It’s a moon
It’s expanding, crackling and bleeding.
It’s exploding… and so am I.
Every part of me spreads over the burning ground; my head strikes it, rolls then stops.
Eyes opened, I’m waiting
The soil is charred and cracked. The air is gone. No more heat, no more cold, there’s nothing but an elusive emptiness all around me…
The shadows of ancient roots try to grab me, they coil up any embryo of life.
Fleeting colours of black, purple and red swirl around my head.
I feel reverse sensations though: the more threats I hear, the softer I become. I feel oppressed, burnt ant choked and yet I‘m calming down.
Armoured ants come out like army columns full of spiteful anger. They’re approaching me but I see them as old friends.
Slowly, take my head. Gently, reassemble my body.
I know this dark place. It’s mine. I am that world.
Come in my mind.
Oh I promise you’ll know, what I’ll do with you.
Slowly, take my head. Gently, reassemble my body.
I know this dark place. It’s mine. I am that world.
Come in my mind.
Oh I promise you’ll know, what I’ll do with you.
Slowly, gently, they take my head and my body parts , reassemble my body as if they were individually cementing me back to life, like a puppet.
I’m afraid. It’s the end of my murderous Eden.
Slowly, take my head. Gently, reassemble my body.
I know this dark place. It’s mine. I am that world.
Come in my mind.
Oh I promise you’ll know, what I’ll do with you.
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