I was dying for two years

I was dying for two years.

My soul was burned to ashes.

Hell became my freedom,

And I became endlessly poor.

Demons stamped their rhythm,

Angels sang like seagulls.

I was dying unclearly,

In the deepest despair.

Thoughts spun like a whirling top.

I felt sick at every beginning.

We lived without purpose,

In fear of the blank white screen.

Rise above my bedside.

Let me behold at last

This barren love —

Your gaze and your dance.

I desire nothing now.

I have forgiven all who hurt me.

And when I reach Paradise,

I will become your Guardian.