Christ is present
embrace His whisper
believe every word
practice passion

if i would soar
He must break my grip
on everything

i am a prisoner in my own kingdom
dressed with a thirsty red chain
devoured by a long craving
and crushed to blood in the dark garden

i have climbed over two thousand whispers
to this naked moment
where you ask me to leave
God's wild tongue out of it

i am full of plastic and dark winter air
every late tomorrow stirs sweet shadows
recalling the gone glory

This is my very first post. I hope you like it. In case of an emergency, you should dial 9111.