The Last of Man.As I go to bed, my head falls to the most remote places of my mind. Where all is black and red and from this, the most unconscious point of my mind I travel time and space, and I look forward into the future to the last moments in time. I walk on a barren land of death where the sky was red hours after the last man fell.As I, walked close to his face to see the last of his blood on the edge of his face. His blood was so scarlet that even the reddest rose didn't match to this single drop. when it was at the point when this single drop was to drop on to the ground I ask myself out loud "Who was this man, who was this man who sacrificed some much and for what cause did he do it for?" As into answers me, the drop of blood that was so scarlet before became darker then the darkest night.I lower my eyes to see how this had happen to find little flashes of pictures of people, flashes of thoughts, and of places. With a startle my mind understudied what I was seeing was his life, his memories,
Once to be.I watch you from afar,While you sit on the car,You're wrapped in the blanket that we once shared.I wonder how you are.Can you free me from my nightmares?And let me sail with you.Across the starry seas.But I can only watch you from afar.Forbidden to be with you,Ever when you are so near,Kept from my soul love that is you.But they can't keep your spirit from being part of me.Then there are things I miss.Like the tasted of your soft lips,And your strong spirit that holds you true.This I dream and nothing moreThis I adore the visions of you,On her own, alone.And as the cherry blossoms fall on their own,Just awaiting me to come home.