Park Days

Sitting on that bench In the garden of ice Dissolving blank feelings In the talk with the devil Hidden by trees Undressed unleashed Risk more than death A gash to escape Fall in Park on a dead land Dark hand The castle watched the smiles Ephemeral but intense Everyday going there To face gods with no care Fall in Park on a dead land Dark hand Fear and chaos Poetry and instinct Sliding losing senses Exploring Stranger ways Losing sliding out of the land