I saw thorns all around me,
Thorns pricking my skin furiously as I bled and my blood burst out in flames,
My fear was endless and spider webs grew on my eyes such that I could not open them,
I could not see,
I created my world inside my head, because I couldn't see,
I couldn't feel,
I had bled to death,
I couldn't hear,
I heard only noise and the sound of ill will and horror,
My heart was tight in deep melancholy,
It was swallowed in deep catastrophe,
So I lay there in a deep disturbed sleep,
And slowly fell into a deep joy engulfed im fear and uncertainty.
Then. . .I had a dream of myself inside the dream.
I saw the thorns, I saw the cobwebs, I saw the pity, I saw the lie.