Piece of Paper

Piece of paper's deformed with my merciless hand No one knows how the trees make their noise on my land Solitude of the night made my window to nap And I look through eclipse fearing make even step. If I knew what about their courteous noise Wicked thoughts in my mind do not let me the choice And I feel I don't care, something's torturing head, There's no matter, let words try to free, try to spread. Say, you are far from me, but you're living next door, There is silent eclipse in the window like gore, I would gift you this piece, but it cannot be yours Our paper is clean there is no even verse.