Dreams

Last night I dreamed about death... I didn't feel any pain, no. I just felt empty. But emptiness came from outside; inner me was accomplished. Voltures of winter suddenly came to my bedroom window, take all the hope out of me and dissapear in the foggy night... I have no hope anymore. But the snow will bring me new life. Pure life. Innocent I'll be again. The snow will wash away all the dirt from my soul, all the desire from my mind, all the lust from my body... Since I don't have hope, I can see the sun again...