★// Trains.

I'm standing, waiting,
writing and waiting.
Should I stay here for ever?

Waiting for something,
Waiting for a lost sound.
I open my mind and see a whole world.

A paradise, life, happiness,
everybody laughs, everybody smiles,
sunlight, music, bliss everywhere.
But then everything burns to ashes.

Doom, hell, skulls, bones, fire,
screams, sorrow, tears, pain,
rain.
The catastrophe fades,
nothing happens.
Sun has died.
Moon has suicided,
stars have killed each other.
God's perfect creation's become
the most ugly place in the
whole existance.

What's next?

I woke up. Still alone.
And waiting. Waiting for what?
Waiting for you.
There won't be anymore tears.
I know the truth.
My words are cold.

My place is burned.
It's over,
the end of the beginning is over.
It's time to continue with a new world,
a life out of the control of the people,
a life that God will rule.

The war.
The war between evil and good.
I'm dying, damaged.
I close my eyes.

But I'm still here.
Still waiting.
Still lonely and still empty.

You won't be there.
You're not coming.
You've probably forgotten me.
You probably did never exist.

I see myself:
Three years old,
watching the same show,
laughing.

Then I realize that
I had never been there.
That it all was imaginary,
an illusion, a lie.

I did never wait,
and I won't ever wait anymore.
And finally, after all,
I'm still here,
standing and writing,
but...

Am I waiting?
Maybe I'm waiting for the right moment for waiting.
This all is just words...
Words imprisioned in a maybe.
Maybe.