Evil's Toy
The Concrete Garden
Extended memories passing by
Movies of ancient times
long ago
Not more than phantoms of the past
Lurking in the distance
Distorted visions clearing up
Growing and fading
Poorly defined pictures
From another reality
Touched by fate
Slowly, very slowly
Veiled with imaginations
Image of the past
Now I'm walking through my own
Concrete garden
My own private sphere
Of my own memories
Of fictional nature
Of fictional nature
In the concrete garden
Is no place to hide
Never see a light in the concrete garden.
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