Literature I close my eyes But I still see your face Watching... Staring... Peircing... I cannot escape you You haunt my dreams Turn them to nightmares. There's no place for me to run You occupy my only hide-out You're a resident Of my mind I have no rights anymore You stole them away Burned them with my books Turned them to ashes Along with my soul. I have no place to turn No safe house. No secret annex for me. Where am I... 1984?