stood aside

what shall i say

and

where should i see

or

shall i turn away from me

i feel like i am melting

diving into the sea

flying away

like a handicapped bee

wandering endlessly

wanting a drink

feel i could be

the straw from a gin

i wanted to be

the hand in need

but now i feel like

a bass

without one string

proud of my friends

the art of being invisible

"so many feelings

end up in here

left so alone i'm with

oh,an atmosphere

i'm sick and i'm tired of reasoning

just want to break out

shake off this skin"

the witch-part 2

η αόρατη απειλή

καθώς συναντούσα σιωπηλά

το σκοτάδι

εμποδίζοντας τις λέξεις να ανασυρθούν

και την αλήθεια να αλλάξει χρώμα,

η αποστασιοποίηση με

τύλιξε με το μαύρο της πέπλο