Tongues of fire

Catch up with shadows

Paintings whirling in a drowse

Are like a passing wind



Here I am

Here I am

Though I shouldn’t be here

I am and

I am and

I am and that I am gone



Oh my god

Does this make sense

Is this real

Or is it my imagination

Comedy is over



Relief

Jammed through my veins

Sadness fades away

When I disappear

Disappear – in illusion



My soul

My mind

My soul and mind

Pass into silence

I leave not to return



Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Is this now it ends?

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Comedy is over