Nothing
In front of you
Just a black mass without sense

Breathing
And trembling on in fear
No form of danger or escape

You listen on but the silence reigns
You’re with your own you realize
Trying to wake up from a dream
So sad to say you are awake

On

1983…
a morning in the east...
over 300 miles…
away from Romeo-20

The missiles explode like they were meant to be
The aircraft was shattered and forced towards the sea
The engines were howling the passengers cried
And until today we are questioning why

They’re

Crystalline structures
Magnificent light
Obsidian daydreams
Divine and bright

Peaceful and quietly
Reassuring breeze
Silent tranquility
A marvelous peace

You want to go where Angels use to dwell
So take my hand and follow me
We will ascend onto heavens