CD : Raging Low

sunspots

what if i do not hesitate to stare into the shrieking light?
fixing the eye with a last conscious look
yellow white with some small red spots is burnt onto my retina
my photographic plate that is never revealed

gazing at the sun
striving for the purity
once for all she´s gone
the momentary beauty

the sun grows big, a horizon ball to fear, erupting silently
overfloating my mind like hot liquid steel

i know it´s pure madness, my mind tells me it´s dangerous & my body tries to react. but there is this inner drive, stronger than self-protective reflexes, just for a single instant of pure vision

so pure and vain it is to see that the sun explodes just for me
like a long forgotten dream that has now become real