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When the night shouts in my ears
Day's light is all left in my tears
They fall down, but no one hears
How my fear craves throat for release

Shade wrap their hands all around me
Wind blows throughout and astounds me
The foul presence is felt behind me
Like a fool afraid, i wonder who it might be

On this night, lone moon is full
I feel a touch of winter's cool
Ripping whisper, through my chest as of ghoul
My body shuns as a sheep without wool

A shade on a wall looming from dark
Black hand rises shaping an arc
Phantom pain ignites my essence as spark
I close my eyes not doubting leek upoun mark

As a river drying, i'm slipping away
My soul is crying while it's consuming it's prey
In despair i beg for beggining of a day
But drops hit the window and the sky is grey

Angry whispers roam through my head
I try refuse to follow, yet i'm being led
It burns like a hellfire and senses go mad
Suddenly all ends, i lie still, not sure, alive or undead

Any sign of pain and suffer are gone
In the dark as a blind i feel so alone...
My head aches, body's heavy as stone
Not in fever nor cold... have i lost? (perhaps won?)

Dry swallow pierces throat reminding of leek
Hand rushes neck as drunkard's rushed by a hic
Nothing felt there, i'm not ill, no more sick
Perhaps a dellusion, perhaps foul trick

I straighten my hand, hit the ceiling (or floor?)
What kind of a box i'm trapped in and what for?
Strange luring melody fills my dumb bore
Crawling within, making listen to it more

Without creek opens slowly my box-shaped sky,
Silver light fills eyes, letting note ceiling's high
feather-white face leans upon, kisses soft, smiles dry,
Question chains moment, shall i live? perhaps die...

Description
When the night shouts in my ears
Day's light is all left in my tears
They fall down, but no one hears
How my fear craves throat for release

Shade wrap their hands all around me
Wind blows throughout and astounds me
The foul presence is felt behind me
Like a fool afraid, i wonder who it might be

On this night, lone moon is full
I feel a touch of winter's cool
Ripping whisper, through my chest as of ghoul
My body shuns as a sheep without wool

A shade on a wall looming from dark
Black hand rises shaping an arc
Phantom pain ignites my essence as spark
I close my eyes not doubting leek upoun mark

As a river drying, i'm slipping away
My soul is crying while it's consuming it's prey
In despair i beg for beggining of a day
But drops hit the window and the sky is grey

Angry whispers roam through my head
I try refuse to follow, yet i'm being led
It burns like a hellfire and senses go mad
Suddenly all ends, i lie still, not sure, alive or undead

Any sign of pain and suffer are gone
In the dark as a blind i feel so alone...
My head aches, body's heavy as stone
Not in fever nor cold... have i lost? (perhaps won?)

Dry swallow pierces throat reminding of leek
Hand rushes neck as drunkard's rushed by a hic
Nothing felt there, i'm not ill, no more sick
Perhaps a dellusion, perhaps foul trick

I straighten my hand, hit the ceiling (or floor?)
What kind of a box i'm trapped in and what for?
Strange luring melody fills my dumb bore
Crawling within, making listen to it more

Without creek opens slowly my box-shaped sky,
Silver light fills eyes, letting note ceiling's high
feather-white face leans upon, kisses soft, smiles dry,
Question chains moment, shall i live? perhaps die...