Eternal

11:11

Why dost the double 11 follow me about so? Is it really our Creator talking?
Is God really a number? Am I losing my fucking mind as I continually ponder?

Who knows...

The desire to leave Earth is so strong it's overwhelming me. It's horrible here.
Shine the planet with beautiful Light to save her soul...if we haven't we killed her.

Mysterious Ouija provides not a glimpse of whats coming. The spirits remain strangely silent on whats next. Lying motherfuckers...

God did I not wish to be taken away? Many a time I should have died by my own hand...but then you saved me every time. Pharmaceuticals are never enough.

Obviously my Creator loves me, loves us...ALL.

Eternal.

But what to do about the next few years...

To Shine as a Twin Sun

Many years ago as a young boy he had dreams.
He couldn't wait to be older and achieve them.

Today stands a man with shattered dreams.
And a tattered and torn heart.

When my lover deceives me into thinking he had cancer...
What was I supposed to do?

So little this soul must have thought of me.
I, of course, realize he is just like everyone else...

Never hold a human being on a pedestal.
Lest you be prepared for the rude awakening.

Now I've learnt my lesson in Love.
May I never fall for it again.

I wish to hide behind our Sol.
And be reborn by Venus.

To shine as a twin Sun.
A cosmic birth, a radiant buzz.

In The Beginning God Created Anton...

...and he was disappointed in His creation.

A Junkie hath been born!