when the hunger breathes in mennothing is real as the pain I feelnin a glade so dark dreams my escapenmy hate is growing: more and even morenna flame of fire deep into my eyesni ignore the screams I hearnhungry for nothing, hungry for it allndead calm, crying for morennthe calm outside my eyesnthe storms inside my mindnbefore the storms dead calmnnas soon it came, shadows of real and dreamngreyish reflects of something old and meannthe dream has ended, the pain for me is sendnawake or asleep the world for me has endedn.... the world for me has ended ....nnthe calm outside .... (see above)