Signs

Elects are roaming in my eyes Forever died away mother's flame in my eyes Heart is full, of unopened tragical cards Time will move me into darkest place of space Coffin - could couch of my future Earth - eternal bed of my future I touched the abyss with my senses I left the loop it must have been done I'm kissing black lady's hand Feeling dead traits of deity I want go out Maybe it's in imagination I hear breathing of demons - is mixing into solid uproar