[Blackie / Big Boss]
[Rullbrah:] I'm learning the anxiety of happiness,
it seemed deceitful long ago, but words of
a harbinger of butterfly flight.
[Rullbrah:] Glory of spite, delight of blood,
Happiness of happy - go
and the forever mute,
of strong only in beauty and vulnerability
living in the sorrow of their souls.
come acorss happiness
without looking for it,
lost in the bottom of bitterness
in the garden of faded flowers.
listening to the whispering of voices,
about the blossomed solitude of anandoned eyes,
solitude agitates my heart.
Prophet : I will no
longer, may be when I wake up . . .