The Cage that i own
This performance of dark clouds,
Playing hide and seek, hiding in my raws,
Abandoned houses from live fabric, In my ruined little town,
Dark windows, like eyes of the death ones, witness my sour.
I heard some voices, maybe trying to help. But i don´t believe in anything anymore.
There is ono one here, no sun for me to know.
Just me, cold, fear and despair – in this cage that i own.