I wander around at nights;

         aimless; faceless; restless; defenceless.

water can't fill me, light can't touch me - I'm the invisible one.

my feet cannot be heard

my voice cannot be repeated

   all I am is darkness.

deep into the night I spin across in my bed,

no position seems better than the other.

only the morning brings rest to my head, comfort to my pain.

               illusion begins, again ;