Phätomgel Falls - Suisight

I’ve got the gift of the suisight Upon a blind man’s eye – new vision clear Transplanted from hangman empty-eyed Whatever he saw – now I am a seer Upon his cornea I saw impressed Hieroglyphs of dark eternities And images forever made to last Now I can see what the dying man sees Transplanted to me upon my sight They obtrude, covering reality More real than dream, still i am blind The third eye open at last for me Now I’m immersed in landscape new That seen and felt only by few A journey into the other side I see as though I were – a suicide I’m flying to the underworld I see better – better indeed I see spirits, my eyes distort All other faces - they all bleed Maimed and disfigured, already rotten By trauma, disease or starvation I see the graves, all long forgotten All living – dead, no resurrection In afterglow of death's blaze Auroral shine of suisight Transplanted deep into my face Corneas of hangman, empty-eyed To see this burden, I’d rather be blind I’d rather remain in dark for evermore What I see is worse than eternal night All faces mutilated, bathed in gore To know their death, and see it clear Even when my eyes are closed The after-image haunts me in fear I had transplanted to me a ghost