a tender blow runs through my sight getting distracted once in a while I look at the flowers grow in my mind sometime´s a blooming tears me inside all of a sudden time lost my track I see myself wander through a dark swamp countless tiny shivers everything´s fine please do not call me I´m not at all here bliss is my seeking knowledge unwound I travel the layers once in a while what looks like a heartache is all that I am endangered but humbling cutting a curve society taught me to hide all my ticks to move in the shadow and summon my gods
