Lemons, oranges,

Tea time is for taking a nap

A good night sleep

For all nightmares to be awaken

Terror is out there

In a strangers eyes,

In a dead bird,

In some unreadable line,

In some book maybe

In some medical book

Wearing old clothes, none of them is mine

Tearing them off

Taking a bow for the cat

That is terror that´s in the eyes of a wise man

A sentence with an ending

My name, repeating itself  

Like some strange tune, carrying itself

Out of this world