Here I am   clad in habit   hidden king   in a frail appareance   involved in a maelstrom   of continous 'n' invisible   ardour   glass beetween you and the mirror   victim 'n executioner   of myself   incomprehensible occult mistery   the eyes that look at me from the other side   of my own world   how could I break trough   if I first don't break trough me?   How many other chords I've to crash   before I'll lye in a bed of stars?   Me,cloud without sky   what should I pray   to have you never feel the same   what have you do?   I feel not true   I've lost my words   in a labyrinth of thoughts   clouds (that) are on me makes   breathless scream in vain   what you think of me?   All apologies!