He's the end of the alphabet...
Sometimes, I wonder if he’s not the end of the world, too;
The end of me
The end of everything I know and want,
The end of all my desires,
The end of all my dreams
Somehow, that doesn’t frighten me;
I want it all the more
The end of all my past and future,
The end of the here-and-now…
If, in the end of everything
There is nothing but passion and love,
Then we exist in infinity, foreverness,
Between worlds and existence
Where words have no meaning
Where there never was a lie
Where dreams go to be born and die…
Silence speaks so loudly
In the nebulous ether
Of you
And I
