So confident, you are, striding
Through those foggy treacherous streets
In evil darkness, fearless, unafraid.
In bravery, courage, unparalleled,
For sleep comes not easy to you,
Your torture stemming from your mind,
Your secrets locked within your breast, and hidden
No one inkles what you go through.
Shining, heroic in your own right.
Comforted most by darkness, by blackness.
Still you are living life as one greedy fight
Soothed only imperceptibly, by a needle
The tourniquet that binds your arm;
Violins, incandescent in their fragile tragedy.