THE INNOCENT SLEEP OF A LOST SOUL this house stands all alone and far away from rain on a woody hill standing lonely in a room liquid walls behind my back i turn around and i was trapped the doors went away there's a mirror on the cracked wall a mirror with no-one looking in it but a little girl in it is looking at me all the time who was crying many years before & tries to crawl away a little forgotten puppet on the upstairs and cracks in the walls which are hiding some old secrets & more? a dusty old picture over the fireplace with webs on it and past laughings i feel a breeze something is breathing behind my neck or was it just the cold, wet wind which is soughing through the broken windows and make the noises all around? kissing the transparent, fragile face in the mirror please don't speak the child in it is sleeping innocently she surely didn't found her rose! my skin is bleeding out of thick veins the fixtures are covered with warm linen and drenched in blood 2nd PART tonight it's a phrase the right to go the way of light i'm so impressed by all the things around but take the choice to go away i'm afraid of decay i'm afraid to stay talking to myself my sick brain is hypnotized it feels like coming from the inside the things that keep me trapped here i don't trust my eyes i don't want to wake her up i'm afraid of decay i'm afraid to stay want to walk away i'm looking through the broken glass of a window and see the sign "FOR SALE!" changing to "SOLD!" i'm trapped in this walls i'm trapped in this house can never go away and the face (in the mirror) is laughing the little face is laughing and the little face is laughing LOUD! loud and dirty have to learn to find the way back home