BLOOD RAIN

A subtle music, so near and so far, as it came from infinite abysses without begining and without
end of unknown and unfathomable pulls me out from this somnolence.

In the black and white make-up of my face, a blood-red butterfly seetles on my forehead.

And I look through a blurred vision its wings moving above my eyelashes as it was filmed in slow
motion and screened in the cavity of my mind then it fled away as a ruby fragment in a surreal and
modificated movement of a dimmed reality.

The time has stopped again and I was still alone in the antechamber of life

From the four windows of the antechamber, we could see the opaque ocean of endless ache at the
four cardinal points.

Later, we could see the eight cardinal points of infinite.

And the antiworld lights faded again.

The black moon could reappear and the ocean take back its blood color.

And I was still alone.

"The light of my soul, so dark it is, will burn with an antiflame in the never-ending tumult of eternity"

This thougt resonates again in the universe belly and the stars can now fade away, and the ocean can
take its blood color.

A blood rain comes on men's world,

cause it's the last day of universe.

See and hear those who talk to you this night

The light is truth, as dark it is

The antiworld is at your door

If you consciousness allows you, you'll hear me, you'll see me

Beyond the apparences

Abolish your perception of human flesh

Can you see us now ? Can you hear us now ?

Alan Woxx © 1999