I'm afraid they'll torture me,
at any, given time,
gold of hearts, golden ears
shame on you now end mi dear
the masked men are always here,
"we've weapons and we have our gear."
I'm scared to sleep for waking up,
often interlaces and blurs
so night and day become both cursed
it's a real dream that just gets worse
and their speech to me is inversed
don't the needles really hurt?
Where's your face even, do tell
from everything's faces your own
use your tongue or pointy horns
for my mind is gone all wrong,
I can't see you but you sound
like you've been killed then reborn.
"see you you, if nothing else?
you're the everything, the life
you're the books, and the words
all the worlds and all the stars,
would you mind, stepping up
so we can see how you shine?"