(Sleep took me...n...I'm unsure, so unsure)nnNow September fattens on vinesnAnd roses flaking from the wallnHere I'm holding you for the last timenAnd I knownAll phantoms keep on passing bynWhy could I not feel it comingnI hide my tears behind cold handsnPale love lost in the winds of nSee this knife still bleeding whilenHer pulse declinesnn...And light since then is a keyholenRusting gently bleedingnThis life is creaking alongnBut still I am seekingnnI cry in praise of the lonely actnOf not feeling a strange tonguenForced into my mouthnDo not come before me nownDo not come, visionary facenI can feel your wild confronting starenAn equilibrium that puts a blame on mennGuilt burns in menFear growls at menI am crumblingnAwaynnA mighty nothing darkenednThe unconscious years of suppression