Twisted is my reality

From

The ancient history of

Athens

The vein of humanity

I did not command being

Here

Now

But now I see

What tortured my flesh and my eyes

What shredded my sleep and my soul

Pierced is my vision

Blended in a split reality.

Athens fell

With the elegy of Dionysus

And the ridicule of Apollo

Do you hear the sound

Distant

Mockingbird