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patiently and unconciously i overdevelop my thoughts
coming to the conclusion that i can bury them so deep down
that never could they come afloat, neverdeless i try to starve
but conciusly i over consume it and become weak,i over bear it
and cant sleep in tranquil states. Soon the morning sun gazes
straight at my face, pleeding for awakening, and knocks on the
insomniac door, then my pupils dialate, is the everlasting heat,
that brings me up to my daily bath, knowing the exact time when
i must be leaving, dont we all know, and i think of my early
premonitions, and as always i seduce myself into my exhausting
monotony despise of them, enduring, concurring, and ocasionally,
putting myself under my sheets, dreaming to break time, sleeping
to awaken somewhere else, where bearing myself would be easier.
Then its the slap of crude reality, the sent of unknown longing
that puts me down, taimes my emotion into everlasting death,and
i concurr again to what they state, what agressively they spit
spit out and i concurr, within stupidity and disconfort, i agree
and again i sleep, but daylight keeps burning my eyes, those
tired ones you kissed last night, now i feel overwhelmed with
anxiety, with crimson nerve braking atacks, triguered by nameless
truth syroms, then in my mind, i cease to exist, i now am a refugee
on earth, ravished by the winds and soil you glory yourself over.
but, ive been put down... down to sleep...down again beneath the mases
where i am devoured.