Interlace Sleep On Stones
There is a presence in this room
An image replayed in slow motion
So clear my eyes cannot see
Faint voices, whispers and moans
I sleep on stones
Stigmatized I am alone
(In here)
In a hall of memories
(Are you there? )
The walls are closing in
(We are here)
I carry my burden, whispers and moans
I sleep on stones
I waste away
Atrophy
A case closed
A lost cause
A clenched fist
Pave the way of resistance
Fade fast
Close the distance
Between good and evil
I am in between
I bleed
I plead
To be free at last
There is a prisoner in this room
Where chaos evolves into fiction
A man who once was me
Receding laughter whispers and moans
I sleep on stones
