When the evening falls I rest my head,
my thoughts go in a box called ‘dreams”
dreams of wide open feelds
with flowers all around me...
and as the romantic smell of roses thouches my sent
I see a shadow coming closer and closer
And then it stops
I open my eyes, looking at the demon standing before me
Trying to escape to turn around but my legs are stuck to the ground..
You reach out your cold hand and point at me
I scream...