Being mindless at the gates of faulty memory,
Desert world of false allusions fades away,
Scrambling through the misty woods of conscious lethargy,
Can’t decide in what dream I’d prefer to stay.
Empty thoughts wrapped up in words are falling noiselessly,
Low moon is lurking lonely from the sky,
Paranoia cuts the bounds to thinking thoughtlessly,
Madness’s walking on the path where feelings die.
08. 2015