And you poke my eyes like an open window

penetrate to the depths of my heart

soullessness where I become insensitive

for my spirit lies in a cold place

until I finally find it and drive it back home

This will take time ...

not take it anymore

I wonder if you understand

which is nothing more than the touch of your hand

behind closed doors

Last night I dreamed

that somebody loved me

no hope, no harm

                Just another false alarm more