A soul , a nefelebata soul wandering in a brumous day … with her stiched heart , she heals her wounds with hope , she keeps her erlebnisse in a jar , she carries her secrets in scars .. and she goes on and on , she listen to the dark , in the dark she listen her screams … she can’t take her cordolium anymore , she’s on way to absquatulate… she is me , a piece of me died ….