Imagine…

Houses without doors
Windows never open
Dusty bookshelves without stories

Shadows in the dark write the night
Diving deeper in a deafened sound
Where the lie turns into the truth

In a midnight hour I still try to hide in warm embrace
Of dreams turned to ashes
Calling for the past I draw in the shadows
Hope gave me wings once but ripped off the heart
Left me torn and blind on dark carpet of the night

I cannot scream anymore
Knocking at last locked door
I still can hear my heart’s last beat

Secret door to my imaginary world
Signs of wishes and dreams carved deep still
In madness I dived too long before
Imagination creates the real

Nomore real for me
Nothing is but a dream
World so dear
Imagination creates me real
Night of wonders yet unseen
Drown now deep to see
Imagination writes you real