In this garden time is creeping   The odours so firm like a wall   Caressing me, making me loosing my will   Am I alone? How did I get here?   It seems that a gate in my dreams let me pass   What a picturesque place   A confusing heap of sounds   Almost like silence if you consume them entirely   My sight is sharpened      Garden of delight      I never find an exit   If beauty could kill I would have died a hundred deaths   Colours of a splendidness that I never saw before   Plants are highgrown and perfect   But somewhere there has to be a poisonous one   Beyond the surface, something is waiting just to overthrow me