In this garden time is creeping 
The odours so firm like a wall 
Caressing me, making me loosing my will 
Am I alone? How did I get here? 
It seems that a gate in my dreams let me pass 
What a picturesque place 
Aconfusing heap of sounds 
Almost like silence if you consume them entirely 
My sight is sharpened 
Garden of delight 
I never find an exit 
If beauty could kill I would have died a hundred deaths 
Colours of a splendidness that I never saw before 
Plants are highgrown and perfect 
But somewhere there has to be a poisonous one 
Beyond the surface, something is waiting just to overthrow me