I gave myself to the hands,
to the grip of my mind
I lay here waiting for becoming storm - your arrival

Drifting with my senses,
what is reality?
Paralyzed phases,
vague borders in both worlds

Now I feel short of breath
Staring eyes in the shades
Defaming noise welcomes me
to my own last freakshow

Trepidation is taking overpower
Awake but incapable of moving
Fear of passing, fear of letting go,
under the tremoring state of mind

The shadows are painting the walls with blackened shades
Distorted outlines rising from the corners
In the darkest moment are silent paces heard
Cold hands are choking the life out of me