Maybe.
I've been dead for years.
Cold rain falls through the roof.
Cold drops.
Silent footsteps creep along the walls.
Sneaking up against the wall.
Deep dreams cut across the saws of reality.
A ghastly peeling
Suddenly I stand up and fall down.
Terrified and disoriented
Golden light, flickering.
“The flames of the sun are boundless,” ”They cover
At one moment it's reality.
At one moment it's an illusion.
A lost soul wandering in the world.
Who remembers the vicissitudes of life?
I've lost my way and can't trace it
I'm in a trance
Cold and cheerless
Faint and thin
I've passed by in silence
This life
Maybe
I've been dead for years
In the cold rain
I've been wandering around in a human skin
Cold rain falls through the roof.
Cold drops.
Silent footsteps creep along the walls.
“and the sound of silent footsteps along the walls.
Deep dreams cut across the saws of reality.
A ghastly peeling.
Piece by piece, soul by soul.
Shattered in the cold rainy night after cold rainy night.
The dream is a dream.