Tekster: Anything Box. Elektrodelica. Senses 5. 5.

(claude s.)


My senese have awakened once
Again. collectively they seek out to
Defend all the things that I have
Been before, to filter all the past
Wounds through my door.



What can I do? what can I say?
Perhaps you think I've gone and
Lost my way? i used to think, not
Long ago, 'all dreams must end'
How could I be so wrong...?




I was draped in closure; you gave me a
Whisper. took me in from shadows to
Absolve the tragic. I was out of focus;
You have opened my eyes.
I was just illusion; you have sculpted
New ways...



Inside I saw the real...with your
Senses...to lose my senses was a sin.
Where I had none, you had six...