Thanatophobia (Euthanasia)

The sun means day and night for us is resurrection. Wings of years don’t save our weakness. The bells of churches our joy, our care. The room is darkened I can’t hear the voice. The dream is alive and I see you all of us again. I crossed the dark and I see the past, here am I? Maybe I’ll breathe maybe I’ll stay with you or beyond the gate? We’re smiling and crying, your name sounds in our ears. I don’t believe, I’m on the way between the death and eternity and I’d like to wake in your kingdom on one day. We’re just puppets you haven’t changed us, we’re afraid in your arms.