I try to get up,
they are all over me,
must be dwarfs.
This mysterious house
at the edge of a forest,
how did I get here?
Amongst depraved people
born to be sinful.
They shriek like animals,
featherlike as small children
Night alleyways,
dark laughter follows me,
stilettos and moonlight.
I run on sand, see a ship,
behind me church bells toll.
