I unknowingly poured what I once tried to hide,
What I called secrecy now blossoms in light,
Still stained with darkness, melancholy and nostalgia,
And different colors of love and madness,
But I no longer in shadows abide,
In sepia and ugly labyrinth I,
Defiled and desolate,
And soaked in ache,
With worms in my stomach I retaliate to this charade,
With my endless fantasies I fade,
You’re my silent film and I adore you.