Bridge to a desert de Cemetery Of Screams

The role of jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge
a bridge to a desert
a hope in empty words is like the sand,
the sand that burns my soul
with a glow of desires
Who was i?
who am i?
who'll i be?
should i try?
Can we stop the rain
if the sky is blind
can we stop the tear
a bird that is divine
Left the night behind
silent candle prayers
no one's ever found
tear that pined away
How so moonlit is the great wall of china; this night
the huge full moon is casting long shadows before my eyes as
i'm slowly strolling over the wall, approaching another tower.
what am i doing here? i feel spiritually naked under these chinese
skies. not thinking, still all those myths and beliefs, i
have heard seem likely to happen, now. what have i come here for?
i remember
The chinese girl: good gods have sent me here to warn you. but
my warning is a riddle, and the final answer belongs to you, master.
please, listen up: what lies between reality and unreality and we all
have to go there?
Nothingness, it is nothingness