Delusions

take me in a heavy sleep

in adventures I've never seen

in a dimension before death

mentally lost always have been

if none of us / return from death

there is so a weaving

to explain life

in a place

there is no life

what I adore

is lost behind

all the figures feel like me

how can I feel as pain does not exist

here knowledge meets nothingness

a lost dream, a psychotic feast

if none of us / return from death

there's so weaving

to explain life

in a place

there is no life

what I adore

is lost behind

I have no advice

how I could

it seems so cordial

but in a way it's not

delusions: lead my like

delusions: name all my life

with a picture of an empty heaven

a clear distinction

between death & joy