In this garden time is creeping
The odours so firm like a wall
Caressing me, making me loosing my will

Am I alone? How did I get here?
It seems that a gate in my dreams let me pass
What a picturesque place

Aconfusing heap of sounds
Almost like silence if you consume them entirely
My sight is sharpened


Garden of delight
I never find an exit

If beauty could kill I would have died a hundred deaths
Colours of a splendidness that I never saw before
Plants are highgrown and perfect

But somewhere there has to be a poisonous one
Beyond the surface, something is waiting just to overthrow me