And with these words you ask for justice?

And do your deeds make you feel better?

The sound of voices echoes deep into the touch

of my fingers, fragile, asking questions



You seemed like yourself...

until you slaughtered,

until you raped these feelings,

until you couldn't tell apart,

what true and what false is in your life,

what dream or what reality is in your sleep.



And then you see them rising

Born into your sleep

Rising towards your horizon

Feel these

Dead souls dreaming

in your sleep



Last night I heard you speaking,

whisper in your sleep

You were talking about strangers,

longing for your dreams