I have sealed myself in a reverie, and I don’t care whether it is wrong.
Since I have realised whom I once considered to be my roses
Seek only to pierce my naked hands,
My mind is now my only haven.
A haven where what you tell me is shameful,
Is golden and glistening.
And in the safety of my mind I can sing my ‘sins’
As my reality thunders outside,
And the tears which I shed till I sleep,
In my mind, are a rainfall-lullaby.