And so,as I lay,I wonder where am I?
Where does memory take me?
Whose room is this,and bed I lay in?
Remains of cobweb are hanging around me.
The soft layer of dust covers old carpet,there's no traces...
I've been here a long time,I can already feel weight of stale air,It feel's like you're asking me something,without saying a single word...
My mind is poisoned...and time contains the remedy.
I keep asking myself is it a dream or a memory?