I closed my eyes and took a breath

then fell deep into my twisted thoughts.

Down the darkness step by step

I roamed among forgotten faults.

When I reached the damp and dirty bottom

only screaming silence I could hear.

The dim shadows formed a figure of a Phantom,

who was gently saying: “Don’t you fear!”.

The ground was slipping from under my feet.

Keeping balance was beyond my powers.

Do you know how awfully strong is the need

of counting the passing hours?

As I was so deeply sinking and thinking

the shadows swallowed my rage.

I was empty and dizzy, drunk from the drinking

of the bloody wine which made me so sage.

Trying so hard to come to the surface

I could feel those waters absorbing my body.

They were touching, giving the deadliest kisses

as if they were perfectly playing some kind of a parody.

A moment or two – that was what I needed

to grasp what those “waters” were really-

The evil was sown – and the lethal seeds have seeded –

misleading, deceiving , moving so freely.

Quicksands – floating slowly in my conscience –

creating delusions, playing with light,

making my mind so vulnerable and fractious.

Pushing and telling: “Go give up the fight!

Quicksands – they tread down my dreams

and hide them deep inside the “Nowhere”

where nothing is what it seems,

where games and rules are never fair.

I woke up on the melting ground

with liquid eyes staring at the Phantom.

He asked me smiling: “Do you know what I’ve found?

It’s broken. I don’t have a name for this item.”

I focused on the broken thing

lying in the Phantom’s hand.

Too many painful memories it brings –

- smiles, brown eyes, dark nights and walks on the sand.

Finally I saw the pieces in his hands.

My broken heart was that, my soul was, too.

The fault did not belong to my dark shadows of Quicksands.

Those were ghosts, mirages, shadows of you.