the ability to see makes me wonder

whether there is a hole in the ground - or in my mind

like the hole inside my heart

it swallows anything which comes close

if we dare to look down

something lives inside this hole

and it screams from time to time

and it pulls me down into the absence of all sense

asking all the questions ever asked - but it listens only to itself

so, I had to appear in a mirror

to the questions asked by no one

for the very first time this gave light

into the darkness of the soul

shattered dreams are the pillows

for the hurt one who lives inside this hole

and he screams from time to time

for the absence of sense - like in this rhyme

which is a shrine for all the ones who see

the hole in his heart - is the hole in the ground

the hole in his heart - is the hole in the ground

which was never there 'cause it ate itself

within the answers always asked

it never dared to be

so it screams from time to time