I see my inverted reflection in the
Shadow of the second sky
It is a sight of liquid ghost
Silk knives are following my shadow
Chasing my identity
Steel ribbons tight on my emotions
And needles dancing waltz on me
The Sandman has returned on Friday
my eyes were running in his sack
didn't give reply
When will he bring my future back
Who knows it clear until it comes?
The thought and feeling in shroud of words
being eaten by the Saturn's worms
Does this black hole save all that disappears there
Poisoning air
The hand of God that twists the rags of time
Second sky
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