Holding Candicen anxiety and purely in the walls of a painful shower room In the lucidity of exposure Eyes, radiating like hallucinative memories No one understands my eyes I'm alone in the corner and water falls It’s grey and blue, and I quiver because it is all going to be okay The torches burn only being more beautiful in that Where moonlight will shine on my hands? Someday These are tiles and I can I speak the words louder and faster Why the red hair falls so happily but for me It doesn’t matter Akathisia shaking and frantic Burning again the rooms in centuries of light through glass Greens of 14th memories I cry in my dreams I'm so alone and I'm wounding myself I cut at myself and there here afain the walls the room The room the holding of something so fragile in hope But I know I know I know I know