When the day is fading,
Darkness falling down...

I hear the voices,
Inside my head...

The Wind,
The Tears...

For the The paper,
At first white and blank...

Spirals never end
Straight lines never bend...

The night isn't over
There's sorrow to come...

The night
Comes down...

Twsiting around my mind
A torturous disease...

Forgetting all the shadowed days
Looking for the other ways...