Wrinkles on my brain.
They suppress the screams
of the lucid echo, that is tagging along me.

Tap.

Smoke.

Weeping.

I woke up and found myself sleeping still.
I heard my friends' laughing drill.
I felt my sweat leaking through the sorrow.

Tap.

Smoke.

Scream.


Now, it was too late -
My dreams were far gone already.
I was behind the horizon. Tragedy.