Rat
winter
In the cold room only small flame moving shadows nothing more peace in soul, do I want a lot ? no, I'm not searching again only flame remained from luck and the last piece of wood was my only hope so when the shadows stop dancing eyes of mine will cry it's hard to find dry wood in winter
My baby
Dreams are theft of subconscious
illusion of me
I'm.. just an illusion in reflection shadow in the light snow in summer and sun in rain I'm a cloud made of smoke that rise to the sky but everytime melts into dust stain the one that doesn't fit in doesn't belong I'm a boat in the storm and the same strom, very strong a quiet radio but my waves are not perceived I'm that saint whose name you say to feel relieved I'm a loner that wanders through night streets strange weirdo in the morning always fleets Maybe I'm a sadness maybe just an illusion I am what I am living in delusion..