I stand beside a wall
Because it crossed my way.
No place to go at all,
No place to run away.
Inside my heart it’s dark
And something broke in soul.
On face there is a mark
And in my mind there’s hole.
So will I fly again
And will I learn to dream?
I am more dead now than
My old forgotten dream.
For whom I had to fall?
For what I had to fight?
Right now it’s gone at all
And maybe it is right.
Who cut me once so hard?
Did he exist at all?
Or it’s the wish of heart,
The fantasy of soul?
I made him like my cell.
My love will leave in him,
In phantom of my hell,
In nothing, dying dream.
It’s only dark I see.
The past repeats again.
My fantasy cut me –
I’ll bleed forever then.
2005