Who can this night save me from all what I see inside?
From what I can create, who can provide me shelter?
There’s someone who’s not me but me and who I can’t hide.
Hidden from the light it was and now I can read it as a letter.
No symbols written or any code has been on its paper applied.
I read with him and we knew each other while reading together.
Vanishing all that is myself so do my hands while getting tied.
There is just no more me (or one me and I) who is him forever.
For the better.