~~~ An Imaginary God ~~~

Music is a drug

But in its mirror I had seen your face;

Your memory is painful,

For now I am full of smoke,

and aghast with dirt and disgrace...

I can't see You,

And I'm lost

You have been buried in graves

that have been strewn all over the universe -

Oh How it pains!

Your darkness seems engraved on the mountains,

the valleys and all the skies;

And I can't see you -

Your dust covers all mystery,

Your pain runs in the rivers

Your voice is unheard,

You are lost in the mist...

There seems not a sign of you,

And I don't know you

I don't know you,

I don't know you...

Why...???