Real can be more horrible,
than any King's creation,
Once you touched it and it didn't kill you,
you will feel this horror is sweet,
like falling into abyss,
madness soft and sad,
holiday in the City of Plague -
o u t s t a n d i n g
makes it scary,
knots of reality and nightmare.
Stay away,
better stay away -
so long you care.
spot of ground
in the middle of nowhere -
that's where it brings you to -
To make not a conclusion, or choice -
No, it's just one more gate to madness,
a Perseus without a mirror shield.
And Little Night Musique by Mozart -
something easy and happy
through autumn loneliness of ages,
shortcuts of life and death, maybe...