Testo di Artificial Gallery

Following an erring light to the halls of my spirit. the art created by the life is in empty frames without visions Empty books, full of questions Cover the ornamented floor. this realm is my deepest inner the artefact that is me! each step another picture telling me who I am all my sins, my secret wishes lie herein inscribed in endless words long forgotten, hidden moments, feelings from long ago happened to me as I breathed overcome my thoughts - my soul the last door opens silently a dark chamber quite ahead only one frame ornaments the wall showing me that I'm dead. The Artefact that is me Become a vanished part in the labyrinth of the gallery. The Artefact that is me A part of life's ceremony.