Here I am

clad in habit

hidden king

in a frail appareance

involved in a maelstrom

of continous 'n' invisible

ardour

glass beetween you and the mirror

victim 'n executioner

of myself

incomprehensible occult mistery

the eyes that look at me from the other side

of my own world

how could I break trough

if I first don't break trough me?

How many other chords I've to crash

before I'll lye in a bed of stars?

Me,cloud without sky

what should I pray

to have you never feel the same

what have you do?

I feel not true

I've lost my words

in a labyrinth of thoughts

clouds (that) are on me makes

breathless scream in vain

what you think of me?

All apologies