Where is my real-imaginary world?

Empty spaces of the sunset

Spaces of the lost hopes

Of the deprived of feelings faces



The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke

Spiderweb

Life is running'way against the sad light of the day

The left shreds in my hands



Blood in the empty, forgotten tins

Cut off heads, strange creations of the nature

The bulbs, black lights from under the vault

Acrid teste of blood in mouth



I found oneself death in the room

Tangled hands like shoots of vine

The grimace of scream has twisted my face

Anxiety in the death and cold eyes



The tyrant of life triumphed