What does it feel like?
To be there yet not be there
To be seen yet not be seen
To be touched yet not be touched
Floating away in a lonely existence
Moving around in an invisible cloak
On the wheels of a transparent body
That knocks not the doors of the one you love
Let me leave my secure hands of that pole in the train
And fly away with the wind that makes me feel alive
Let the body embrace the surface that kills but tells me i am alive
yes i am alive, in my death i am alive
Let me drink till i sleep away peacefully
Sleep never to wake up again
yes i am alive, in my death i am alive
Let the blood leave my veins while i see it flow like a gushing river
Draining me till i feel the pangs in my head
yes i am alive, in my death i am alive
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The invisible soul