Left in your deep purple forest
I lie on the ground and lie with my lips
Looking for a way to escape
The painful spell which your eyes
Cast upon me

I look at the crossroads
Within the deepest crevices
Of a dark yet well-lit blue
Sector of me
The crossroads is
So long, so many
Roads cross each other
There is little order, yet
There is complete balance
In my thoughts

I walk along the borderlines and
Find a purple lake
That lingers under the watchful eye
Of the jagged pearl mountains
There is a huge amethyst at each
Corner of the lake
Every time a pearl breaks off from this mountain
... it falls into this pretty purple lake

I feel like I am being pulled into a red abyss
Of ruby mist
I am afraid to fall into my own thoughts
Which betray me every day