These days,
I sink into myself.
Everything else is a blur,
except my heart on a frozen shelf.
These days,
I don't mind the malice in your eyes.
Under the layer of thick ice,
I dream about blue skies.
These days,
Demons are friendly.
I am weightless, free.
I walk on a brink of the abyss, but safely.
And when i reach the surface again,
I ask myself:
Am I sane?
The world is empty.
Is it all in my head?
