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.