Now's moving

My head’s dizzy, just enough,

to hallucinate that I’m in love

the one that was never mine

the one that happened

twenty times nine

My eyes see things unseen

It’s pitch dark but these trees

look so green

the lights flashing at the distance

tell me to go on, despite

my resistance

tell me my friend, do you want advice?

I’ll give it from the bottom of my heart

Though it might be filled with vice

Tell me too, what to do of all this despair

Tell me why life’s to me anything

but fair

The night is cold but I’m not

I’m on fire

right now I’m The Zealot

these visions make the real surreal

being alive right now is no big deal

Death wouldn’t end me now

I’ll leave this flesh,

and live on somehow

I’m intangible, I’m a soul

Right now, I’m with myself

I’m complete, I’m whole

Tomorrow I’ll be another book

eating dust on the shelf

A book with many chapters

One of which deals with rapture

a time when it’s just about me

beyond which nothing else I see

That’s the last one I’m sure

Dear friend I’ll have no more

Time to drink just got over

Must hurry back home,

though I would’ve like it slower

I’m just another beggar on the street

An invalid trying to find his feet

A voice from a throat parched and dry

Or maybe a mind that’s just gone awry

The surreal now looks more real

With regret for things I just said

I admit, I’m better off alive

than dead

I don’t care Heaven or Hell

This is my time I’ll spend it well

I see them both every now and then

I see them in the form of men

Tomorrow I’ll start another day

in the empire

and live with angels that switch

over to vampires

But who am I to point fingers when

my dear, I’m just one of them