And so, I decompose inside the autumn air,
And so the night behold my Neverland;
The fireflies are just enlightenments of despair -
Inside the jail of screams one little dent.
There deeply in the darkness, down below,
The stairs vanish in the mist;
Inside the kingdom of demise I go,
Where reverie of light do not exist.
Is grey and silent this last eve,
The ghostly hand is no more on my shoulder;
I want to be absorbed, I want to leave -
The night turns darker when I'm older. ...