Passing by the event horizon
Into the zone of sleep
Abused gravity for centuries
Spacetime torn to pieces
Bodies are designed
To hold the pain inside
Forever
Controlling the
process of emotions
They built this for
a colony
on me the spectral swan survives
in the mind
until death it writhes
cast it all aside
decompose
when this body declines
In dreams I wake
In the blackness of space
In death I wake
In the nothing of space
Passing by the event horizon
Into a zone of sleep
Abused gravity for centuries
Spacetime torn to pieces
Back to the source
Back to the swan