Got the devil on my back,
And copper on my finger...

I’m holding your hand and taking at look at...
In black and white. I got my hands tied up and...

Nothing has been said to me,
No scene in my head had past or come to...

Dusk and dawn, in two same times,
On one side of the room darkness, choice of sleep...

Nightingale in the night time sky,
Elbows steady, on the windowsill...

I was wrong to dream,
I was wrong to even hold a thought in my head...

Past the endless elusion in which all of it...
Imaginations and creativity a borderline...

A sheet of blue,
Stillness...

Blank paper in the wind,
Beaten, torn...

A tranquil presence of frost and coldness,
A misery of an unknowing world...

Minds of a million thoughts,
Souls of a thousand temptations...

Empty box,
Square shaped in the water...