A whisper for God

Embeded in bed, try to climb the walls of sleep, being doubtful as i perform sythesis between thought and action, into the supression of thing.
Infinity is just the limitation of our perceptions.

Pale snow,cool beat, bite tongue, with theeth.
Fragile i draw the lines that build the moonlight, i see the path of forever, trought the passage of night.
We're the owners of time, an exotic boredom from all that's mine.
All i got... further adjustments required.

Searching for the answer in the face of god, i'm alive, moaning at the gates of hell, praying words on my knees, drawing lines on my conscience, waiting in line for my turn to become divine.