I am blind,
cold white - all my eyes behold,
hearing a thousand noises
but always alone.
Incomprehensible tongues speak to me,
an ache scorching my arterial dreams,
waking in tubes and unknown pressure,
I lay amongst nettles in infested fields.
A fallen angel without its wings
greets my weary fear and I ask him :
What reality is this ?
He looks in confusion and suspicion,
answers nothing, but a note
on divine sheets.
Breathing was never so loud as today,
I remember none, at last no worries,
only an anguish - uncertainty,
it feeds ...
In broken and torn organs I wonder
on the feeling of my sleep;
Is it pain ?
Love ?
Madness or sorrow ?
Nothing but a cool breeze,
medicines let me slip,
back to the nightmare of life
and I rest ...
in the arms of insanity.