We lived in a jungle
when I was a child...

How beautifully buildings collapse.
How deep their voices are as they die...

Nothing's new.
I'm coating you with words again...

I'm choking on dust;
the fine particles...

Music perished into dust
as I paused for a moment...

I can't sleep
with this room snoring in silence...

Time will not wrap itself back
into my pocket...

I was carried away
with a flush of emotions...

Music, birds
death and life...

And suddenly everything was grey,
including yellow...

The sky smothers me with showers of cold
but I grin as though, I am soaked in gold...

.....come to me,
let me protect you against light...