nThe ability to see makes me wondernWhether there is a hole in the ground or in my mindnLike the hole inside my heartnIt swallows anything which comes closenIf we dare to look downnSomething lives inside this holenAnd it screams from time to timennAnd it pulls me down into the absence of all sensenAsking all the questions ever askednBut it listens only to itselfnnSo, I had to appear in a mirrornTo the questions asked by no onenFor the very first time this gave lightnInto the darkness of the soulnShattered dreams are the pillowsnFor the hurt one who lives inside this holenAnd he screams from time to timenFor the absence of sensenLike in this rhymenWhich is a shrine for all the ones who seennThe hole in his heartnIs the hole in the groundnnWhich was never there 'cause it ate itselfnWithin the answers always askednIt never dared to benSo it screams from time to time