Oh Lord! How cold, I stand.. How scared! on my strange throne A gift... So be it... Dreaming images of wasted feelings Like flowing rivers in my poisoned mind Have you ever tried to hold a sun? Inner scars... A war inside my mind! Mirrors and masks attack me... Slowly they wrap around me... Sleep is a fucking death rehearsal... Moving mirrors among the imaginary trees Reveal hidden scars Maybe my mask is thrown away Scattered in a thousand pieces in the corner ...and the wind carried me away to the birth of time where Insanity and Grief are growing in the same womb I cried... "So lost in my memories Forgiveness.. Insanity.. Demons" I wonder if the hands of time are stuck.. Or just Time has committed suicide!