Dreams Part 2: Pictures of unconcience memory
Gifts from the one who's Beyond it all the magnificient cell
the earth shattering in two pieces and Movements.
Cornered at the edge of oblivion Lays a little child, a kid, just a small
Being trapped in a Small body, waiting and Hoping That Those That Separates him
walls from the outside, from the real world,
don't fade away Leaving him naked in the dark.
This little child Does not Want to scream, 'cos He Feels The Fear is just to much for him to show it.
Just as the only sane person eleven Called Out to the air "The end is mysteriously close to the Beginin '."
