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I got up from my cold bed because my

sleep was disturbed by thought’s cries...

I knew I was a masochist.

All I wanted to see was all I’ve never liked.

So that window seemed so deep and dark

that I could never have freed

my mind from her appeal.

Behind the white fiber I felt something

freezing blood in my veins,

maybe anger, a dull sound running in my feelings.

Angry and empty eyes don’t observe

and become blind,

hands cannot be stretched,

but they can close their fists to defend

the security of their own world.

Security (lives inside) of their (painful hands) own world!

Room with a view, so fit to see the world,

but so transparent to my reflection.

This’s the perfect view over selfishness.

A stone cannot dissolve like sand in the storm,

I’ve to find refuge behind the window.

Full glare of vanity and envy blinded my eyes!

Nothing to eat at the banquet of loneliness.

Security (lives inside) of their (painful hands) own world!

Room with a view, so fit to see the world,

but so transparent to my reflection.

This’s the perfect view over selfishness.

A stone cannot dissolve like sand in the storm,

I’ve to find refuge behind the glasses.

Now I can see so distant from my throne,

that I cannot feel what is inside the room.

It’s the time to close the drapes and go back to sleep.