There is something
In my eyes
There is something
In my words

Illusion

Imagine there's no love
Imagine a slave
In an empty home
Where all the windows are blind
And stillness is crying

You're going
To run before shade
And you're running
To the very end

Rainy poison
The search
For a monument
Without a mouth

Light a lonely candle
And watch th dying moon
Too late
She is like a crying
Bunch of flowers