Puzzled Testo

Screaming out my brain insane, I put my hands close to the heart And madly pray that the Unseen would come again back down. Creeping go the nights... Hours running backwards. Electric flashes, laser eyes, knights on horses passing. Frequent shocks from the silver screen - one impulse lingers longer - This blue-red-green-white mighty hole lacerates the black surface. I?m bleeding, seething in writhing pain. Jesus, it?s hot - please, let me stay! To pay for the sins I never did and for the thoughts I wouldn?t think. Treacherous mind but should I cry? I ain?t got the strength to get inside. I closed the shell (what the Hell...). He said: ?To sleep, to dream, to die.?