A misty chamber for a broken self
Whose world lies shattered on the floor
He has no friends just a grey-blue chair
His mind is focused on the wall
"desperation and gloominess
nerves are numb...fragments of a fettered sun"
There is someone who stays in the plain house
Like a pale weathered shade behind windows
There is someone who sees cruel pictures
While he walks down the road dead tired
He`s waiting there for an end to come
It`s so unjust that he can`t leave
The aching tune of his solitude
Will always whisper through that night
"a mirror to wonder...words won`t save me
flattering darkness...fragments of a fading light"