Sticken

Soft light fills the madhouse rooms,
hospital beds, hunts the cold thoughts
and fades with an augury
for dark future.

Dangerous memories devastating minds,
memories of a world before and forth.
Twisted, scared, crumbled, disappeared,
you forgot your dream:

To see the happy people,
to ride the horse of your dreams,
and learn to live (live your life)
as your dreams said.

Ambience inside your mazy mind,
drifting like oblivion haze.
Tranquillity is filling nights and days
of coerced existence.

Everything around is drawing you in,
the smell of old man's sweat in scary dream.
Deranged, disabled and alone,
your life is string of groans.

Falling dusk is freeing your insight,
bringing cover for your mind.
Leaving you alone inside to pray
and find another way

To see the happy people,
to ride the horse of your dreams,
and learn to live (free your life)
as your dreams said.