Reality breaks in like a needful crow
Words find more meaning in silence
I govern this body,so I am this body
But all I can think of are necessities

I walked the path of night for long
Dark light has not redeemed my soul
Playwriters cease to think at noon
So I have made my trap in twilight

My strenght comes out of my lungs
Deep within me merging from the sea-bed
I have forced the tides of creation upon me
Thus now I cherish those sleepless nights

Dreams become cruel when I wake up
Ghosts of my past come to life in present
Taking the form of people I have loved
Haunting me down till daylight screams

I see scarecrows gathering at churchyard
Praying in silence,silently weeping alone
I cannot feel the sympathy for them any more
Helpless as I am,I watch Eden's flowers decaying

My only wish; to overcome this night-neverending
I was denied every option I was given
I can only find myself curled up in wonders
Dwelling inside mirrors of retreat I cannot break

I have now split my body into six parts
One for each three years passing in time-lapse
And I have them hiding behind burning curtains
Till the essence of time melts away all miracles...