In the same night the reaper came in,
he tore my heart to pieces,
"More", my brain moaned,
like in a German Expressionist movie,
it screamed in silence,
the light falling in dark shades
covering the drunken sadness.

The reaper sat next to me,
his face so pale I could shiver,
his cat walking by, without a sound,
steps heard in another dream,
voices tormenting the impatient echo,
I heard tunes coming from the castle,
the witness asked: is it another madness,
or is it just a performed sadness?