Be thou as a newborn.
An innocent babe but
with the knowledge
of a king.
Be thou as the sun
that riseth out of night.
A god ever slain and
ever risen.
Be thou as life and as
death, as night and as
day.
Dwell not on the
poisons of sorrow
and joy, good and
evil.
Thou art not like
other men.
The face thou seest
is not thine.
Thou art nothing,
ashes thou hast
become.
Ashes carried
far away to join in
silence with the
winds of the night.

Staring at nothing you become  
as nothing. All empty inside a vast  
hollowness that feeds on light.  
Yet the warmth of human emotion  
warms the chilly heart. Lustful urges  
evoking memories of your living  
past. Being human is so easy to  
fake that you have fooled yourself.

All alone under a sky full of stars
you behold the secret wonders.
Your heart leaps with untamed joy
as you almost grasp the infinite.
You see and you see beyond all
that was and ever shall be  
Yet you are still alone.  
All alone beneath a starlit sky.

In the secret sepulchre of dreams you rest.
Hidden from the cruel eyes of the world.
Free from worry in this deathlike sleep. Seeking the happiness life denied you.

Eric kept mostly to himself. Other children didn't like to play with him, but he didn't care. Instead he used to go into the woods and collect frogs.  
    
He never had to look for them. They came to him. He used to pretend he was their king. He imagined he looked like them. But not really like them... He was bigger and a lot more dangerous.  
    
Eric did quite well in school even though he seemed strange to others. Occasionally someone tried to bully him but it wasn't any fun. He just stood there without any reaction.    
    
Afterwards, he used to stand in the schoolyard and stare at those who had tried to bully him. Although they didn't admit it, this made the bullies afraid. Eric's look was so strange. Empty, cold and...dead.  
    
Eric knew he  was different, but didn't have any words for what he was. He figured he must have been adopted, because his parents wasn't like him.  
    
In the night time he was under the water. He swam swiftly and skillfully. His destination was a sunken city. A city with buildings very unlike those on earth.  
    
Dark and chaotic, with a geometry that would have been impossible to depict on paper. These dreams would have made most people wake up screaming, but not Eric. Instead, he was sad the dream was over.  
    
One night the dream didn't end. Suddenly Eric was outside the place he lived, but everything was different. The sky was completely black and alien stars shone there.  
    
In front of him was the beach and the ocean. Cliffs towered at the sides and all was shadows and silver grey. The ocean was calling him. He looked at his feet, and noticed the webbing between his toes.  
    
Into the sea, into the darkness he threw himself. Finally he was coming home.

My brain is on fire.
Intoxicated from
light like molten
gold.
  
I looked too long
into the Sun and
its madness has
now seized me.
  
Holy rage fills this
once mortal body.
Sun rage, joy and
obliteration.
  
Mad as I am I shall
burn it all. With fiery
rage I set the world
aflame.