night is red like the blood in my head. Everything shoud go, cause I have to go. 

Empty your mind and disappear. Change your mind and be someone else. Someone you'll never be, cause you're not. We'll never be until we are. Red like the flower on the graveyards. Poppys all around her, dead in the war. She fell into pieces like houses. The rain fell down like petals with the wind, as the river was breathing. I'd like to die at this peaceful place. Feeling is not enough anymore.

Falling is the best way to stand up. Pain is the best way to feel. Don't feel anymore. Need pain?

The night is a cage.

I would rather cry than feel empty. I'd like to finish full of souvenirs, full of life. Do I really need that or is that illusion. Simple as simple.