No second left there´s no time to suffer the veil of oblivion surrounds my head my memories are getting dark and darker in this wild place of permanent threat the day dies slowly like a drop of water floating down the window we are extras in a never ending movie in a black painted picture, nothing more
Feel the time, invisible, ruling you.
The power of self-built wall of illusion withers like flower in the blazing sun the echos from the past return from time to time and illuminate the darkness does it always pass away, don´t you feel the time ? does it always start from new, or doesn´t someone draw the line somewhere