between times

• rotting christ'in en gaz parcalarindan biri.
  
  the drums of time i have stopped
  the ecstatic quietude
  sucks up every fear
  and every desire
  
  illusions of the moment
  featureless figures
  intensified feelings
  i`m running behind my shadow
  
  in this vastness
  i can feel your presence
  i cannot understand
  your misleading words
  
  inconceivable beauty
  sweet melody
  forgotten senses
  are waking up
  
  dark is the night
  always and never
  this is the time
  of total purification
  
  lost in thoughts
  trying to touch
  
  the perfect moment
  but the clock strikes again